seven o'clock
The next morning , accordingly , when it was hardly light , he rose and dragged his stiff limbs about the precincts , preparing for her everything she could require for getting breakfast within . On the bench outside the window-sill he placed water , wood , and other necessaries , writing with a piece of chalk beside them , `` It is best that I should not see you . Put my breakfast on the bench . '' At seven o'clock he tapped at her window , as he had promised , retreating at once , that she might not catch sight of him . But from his shelter under the boughs he could see her very well , when , in response to his signal , she opened the window and the light fell upon her face . The languid largeness of her eyes showed that her sleep had been little more than his own , and the pinkness of their lids , that her waking hours had not been free from tears . She read the writing , seemed , he thought , disappointed , but took up the materials he had provided , evidently thinking him some way off .