nine o'clock
He did not dare to leave the room , but sat by the window , peering through the streaming panes into the storm-swept street below . Gradually the fatigue his excitement had hitherto kept away began to overcome him ; his eyes once or twice closed during his vigil , his head nodded against the pane . He rose and walked up and down the room to shake off his drowsiness . Another hour passed -- nine o'clock , blown in fitful , far-off strokes from some wind-rocked steeple . Still no stranger . How inviting the bed looked to his weary eyes ! The man had told him he wanted rest ; he could lie down on the bed in his clothes until he came .