ten o'clock
`` To go to sleep , '' she murmured . `` That is the best thing -- to-morrow will come more quickly so -- and , oh , I am so sleepy , so very , very tired ! '' Soon Elizabeth blew out her lamp -- darkness reigned in her room . * * * * * It was about half-past ten o'clock , and the light in Elizabeth Dollon 's room had been extinguished for some little while , when the front door of the little house was opened again ... . Noiselessly , with infinite precautions , with searching and suspicious glances , taking care to keep off the gravel of the paths , tip-toeing on the grass edging the flower beds , where his steps made no sound , a man left the house and went towards the garden gate . He quickly reached it ; and there he commenced to whistle a soft , slow , monotonous , and continuous whistle . Second succeeded second ; then another whistle , identical in rhythm , replied : soon a voice asked : `` It 's you , Jules ? ''