about nine o'clock
Still I was not altogether discouraged , and , dragging the table beneath the aperture , I climbed to the top . Crash ! I had forgotten the broken leg , and fell to the ground , wrecking the table and giving myself a considerable shock . After that I lay down again on the mattress till about nine o'clock , as near as I could judge , when there was a noise outside as of bolts being withdrawn , and the turnkey entered the room with my breakfast . He was a short , sturdy man , somewhat after the build of Pierre , but with a more intelligent face . `` Monsieur has met with an accident ? '' he said , gazing with a grin at the ruined table .