about eleven o'clock in the morning
For the first time for a very long while , the Chourineur enjoyed in his den a comfortable sleep , which was not once interrupted by the horrible vision of the `` Sergeant 's slaughter-house , '' as , in his coarse language , he styled it . On the day after the evening on which the various events we have described had passed , a bright autumnal sun shone from a pure sky ; the darkness of the night had wholly disappeared . Although always shaded by the height of the houses , the disreputable neighbourhood into which the reader has followed us seemed less horrible when viewed in the light of open day . Whether Rodolph no longer feared meeting with the two persons whom he had evaded the over-night , or did not care whether he faced them or not , about eleven o'clock in the morning he entered the Rue aux Fêves , and directed his steps towards the tavern of the ogress . Rodolph was still in a workman 's dress ; but there was a decided neatness in his costume . His new blouse , open on his chest , showed a red woollen shirt , closed by several silver buttons ; whilst the collar of another shirt , of white cotton , fell over a black silk cravat , loosely tied around his neck . From under his sky blue velvet cap , with a bright leather peak , several locks of chestnut hair were seen ; and his boots , cleaned very brightly , and replacing the heavy iron shoes of the previous evening , showed off to advantage a well-formed foot , which seemed all the smaller from appearing out of a loose pantaloon of olive velveteen .