two o'clock
Arthur occupied his mind in speculating on the character of the soldier , in trying to guess from his features whether he were a cruel or a kind-hearted man ; whether he were a ferocious democrat , eager for the blood of all who had been born in a rank above him , or merely a well-trained soldier , obeying the behests of those under whose orders it was his duty to act . The Chevalier had no idea that his own or his friends ' fate depended in any way on the man 's disposition ; but such thoughts came across his brain unwittingly , and he could not restrain them . At last , he felt that he had a kind of intimacy with the sergeant ; that if he should chance to meet him after three or four years had passed , he should greet him as an old acquaintance , whom he had well known , and he was sure that the sergeant had the same feeling respecting him . The day dawned soon after two o'clock , and as by degrees the clear sun-light streamed in at the uncurtained windows , Arthur , in his impatience , thought that the day was advancing ; but in reality it was not yet five o'clock , when Santerre , waking with a tremendous yawn , stretched his huge limbs , and then jumped up from the sofa on which he had been lying . `` Now for a bonfire , '' said he , `` and then for breakfast ; or perhaps we had better get our breakfast first , and have our bonfire afterwards . Old gentleman , I have no doubt my men took strange liberties with your cellar and larder last night . I hope they have left enough about the place to furnish you with the last meal you will ever eat in this château . ''