six o'clock
Mrs. Johnson brought her white-wine whey instead of the tea she had asked for ; and perhaps it was owing to this that she slept so soundly . When Ellinor awoke the clear light of dawn was fully in the room . She could not remember where she was ; for so many mornings she had wakened up in strange places that it took her several minutes before she could make out the geographical whereabouts of the heavy blue moreen curtains , the print of the lord-lieutenant of the county on the wall , and all the handsome ponderous mahogany furniture that stuffed up the room . As soon as full memory came into her mind , she started up ; nor did she go to bed again , although she saw by her watch on the dressing-table that it was not yet six o'clock . She dressed herself with the dainty completeness so habitual to her that it had become an unconscious habit , and then -- the instinct was irrepressible -- she put on her bonnet and shawl , and went down , past the servant on her knees cleaning the doorstep , out into the fresh open air ; and so she found her way down the High Street to Hellingford Castle , the building in which the courts of assize were held -- the prison in which Dixon lay condemned to die . She almost knew she could not see him ; yet it seemed like some amends to her conscience for having slept through so many hours of the night if she made the attempt . She went up to the porter 's lodge , and asked the little girl sweeping out the place if she might see Abraham Dixon .