eleven o'clock
She went to bed well , though fatigued . Her maid left her -- ' ` I begged to be allowed to sleep in her room , as we were in a strange inn , of the character of which we knew nothing ; but she would not let me , my mistress was such a great lady . ' -- ` And slept with my servants , ' continued the landlord . ` This morning we thought madame was still slumbering ; but when eight , nine , ten , and near eleven o'clock came , I bade her maid use my pass-key , and enter her room -- ' ` The door was not locked , only closed . And here she was found -- dead is she not , monsieur ? -- with her face down on her pillow , and her beautiful hair all scattered wild ; she never would let me tie it up , saying it made her head ache . Such hair ! '