about seven o'clock
She got up , kissed the hind between the eyes , stroked its neck many times , and went tiptoe back to her lord and master . She found him still sound asleep , so sat quietly watching him till he should wake , with the cup held against her heart to keep it warm . Broad daylight and a chance beam of sun through the trees woke him at last . It would be about seven o'clock . He stretched portentously , and sat up to look about him ; so he encountered her tender eyes before she had been able to subdue their light . `` Good-morning , Isoult , '' said he . `` Have I been long asleep ? ''