four
o'clock in the afternoon
Suddenly he imagined that he ALSO was going to die of cold in the midst of this vast solitude . The terror of such a death roused his energies and gave him renewed vigor . He was descending toward the inn , falling down and getting up again , and followed at a distance by Sam , who was limping on three legs . They did not reach Schwarenbach until four o'clock in the afternoon . The house was empty , and the young man made a fire , had something to eat , and went to sleep , so worn-out that he did not think of anything more . He slept for a long time , for a very long time , the unconquerable sleep of exhaustion . But suddenly a voice , a cry , a name : `` Ulrich , '' aroused him from his profound slumber , and made him sit up in bed .