about eleven o'clock
Aweel , there is a stone jug and bowl of water , and a hempen clout ahint the stove , gin that will serve your purpose , '' said the dame , setting down the breakfast , and gathering the empty cans from the floor as she left the cell . Faustina , poor wretch , made such a toilet as her rude providings enabled her to do , and then , with what appetite she might , made her morning meal . And then she sat on the edge of her bed and cried and wished herself dead . At about eleven o'clock she heard footsteps and voices approaching the cell . And the door was opened by the turnkey , who ushered in Mrs. MacDonald , followed by a servant from the castle , bringing a large box and a basket . The servant set down his burdens and retired with the turnkey , who immediately locked the door . And not until then , when they were left alone , did this precious pair of female friends rush into each other 's arms , Faustina bursting into tears and sobbing violently on the bosom of Mrs. MacDonald , and Mrs. MacDonald wheedling , caressing , and soothing Faustina .