eleven o’clock
At one time he fell into a state of such depression , that the house and all it contained ceased to exist for him . He might have been robbed , everything he possessed might have been taken and destroyed , without his even being conscious of the disaster . Now he became again watchful , from time to time he would feel his pocket , to assure himself that the key of the press was there . But one morning when he had overslept himself , and did not leave his room until eleven o'clock , he saw Clotilde in the study , quietly occupied in copying with great exactness in pastel a branch of flowering almond . She looked up , smiling ; and taking a key that was lying beside her on the desk , she offered it to him , saying : `` Here , master . '' Surprised , not yet comprehending , he looked at the object which she held toward him . `` What is that ? ''