about ten o'clock
Nevertheless Fate selected him to be one of her unconscious instruments . His name was Leroy , and we have his own word for it that he was a staunch patriot . The horse business was certainly in the best vein of sans-culottism . Leroy was awakened about ten o'clock that night by sounds that were very unusual in that sombre , sepulchral prison . They were sounds of unbridled revelry -- snatches of ribald song , bursts of coarse , reverberating laughter and they proceeded , as it seemed to him , from the courtyard and the porter 's lodge . He crawled from the dank straw which served him for a bed , and approached the door to listen . Clearly the porter Laqueze was entertaining friends and making unusually merry .