nearly seven o'clock
`` Fill that wash-pan and get me a clean towel , '' ordered his master . He looked at his watch . `` I 'm going to awaken her , -- in half an hour . '' It was nearly seven o'clock when he stamped noisily into the sitting-room with towel and basin . He had thrice repeated his visit to the window , and with each succeeding visit had remained a little longer than before , notwithstanding the no uncertain sense of guilt that accused him of spying upon the lovely sleeper . She awoke with a start , looked blankly about as if bewildered by her strange surroundings , and then fixed her wide , questioning eyes upon him , watching him in silence as he placed the basin of spring-water on a chair and draped the coarse towel over the back . `` Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes , Miss , '' he announced , bowing deeply .