about nine o'clock
It would serve no purpose for me to disclose myself , either in or out of the apartments of the baroness , and it would not aid me to be seen idling about the neighborhood in a city where there was so much reason to suppose strangers were watched . I resolved to wait until the next morning , and to take my friend Von Rittenhofen with me . He need not know all that I knew , yet in case of any accident to myself or any sudden contretemps , he would serve both as a witness and as an excuse for disarming any suspicion which might be entertained regarding myself . The next day he readily enough fell in with my suggestion of a morning stroll , and again we sallied forth , at about nine o'clock , having by that time finished a _ déjeûner à la fourchette _ with Jacques Bertillon , which to my mind compared unfavorably with one certain other I had shared . A sense of uneasiness began to oppress me , I knew not why , before I had gone half way down the little street from the corner where we turned . It was gloomy and dismal enough at the best , and on this morning an unusual apathy seemed to sit upon it , for few of the shutters were down , although the hour was now mid-morning . Here and there a homely habitant appeared , and bade us good morning ; and once in a while we saw the face of a good wife peering from the window .