ten o'clock
At the end of an hour he went down the ladder , and flung himself on the pile of heather in a paroxysm of despair . Till nearly ten o'clock he went now and again to the top of the tower , and shouted . He was beginning to grow very hungry . At ten o'clock he buried himself in the heather , and slept for an hour . He awoke cold and stiff , and his sensitive stomach , used to the tenderest indulgence , was clamouring angrily . He was learning what the cold and hunger , which , by a skilful manipulation of the laws of his adopted country , he had been able to mete out to many foolish innocents with no grudging hand , really were . He went to the top of the tower , and shouted fruitlessly ; he warmed himself by stamping up and down ; then he came and slept again .