about ten o'clock
She ate the food , however , for she had fasted since the evening before ; then , drawing the table to the wall pierced by the small , high window , she mounted it to obtain a few breaths of fresh air . She opened the sash ; the breeze came in through the heavy bars , but Dolores could only catch a glimpse of the gray sky already overcast by the mists of evening . An hour later , Dolores was sleeping calmly ; and the next morning , as if to render her first awakening in prison less gloomy , a bright sunbeam peeped in to salute her . When Aubry entered about ten o'clock with her breakfast , she was walking about her cell . `` Citoyenne , '' he began ; `` I must tell you that as I was leaving the prison , this morning , I met a man who inquired if I had seen , among the prisoners , a pretty young girl with golden hair and dark eyes . The description corresponded with you in every particular . '' `` Describe the man , '' said Dolores , eagerly .