Seven o'clock
But what would ma 'm ` selle have thought if Gabord was found dead with a hole in his neck -- behind ? Eh ? '' He had struck the very note that had sung in me when the temptation came ; but he was gay at once again , and I said to him , `` What is the hour fixed ? '' `` Seven o'clock , '' he answered , `` and I will bring your breakfast first . '' `` Good-night , then , '' said I. `` Coffee and a little tobacco will be enough . '' When he was gone , I lay down on my bag of straw , which , never having been renewed , was now only full of worn chaff , and , gathering myself in my cloak , was soon in a dreamless sleep . I waked to the opening of the dungeon door , to see Gabord entering with a torch and a tray that held my frugal breakfast .