seven o'clock
That night , Miguel Farrel did not sleep in the great bed of his ancestors . Instead , he lay beneath his grandmother 's silk crazy-quilt and suffered . The shock incident to the discovery of the desperate straits to which he had been reduced had , seemingly , deprived him of the power to think coherently . Along toward daylight , however , what with sheer nervous exhaustion , he fell into a troubled doze from which he was awakened at seven o'clock by the entrance of Pablo , with a pitcher of hot water for his shaving . `` Carolina will serve breakfast , Don Miguel , '' he announced . `` The Japanese cook tried to throw her out of the kitchen ; so I have locked him up in the room where of old I was wont to place vaqueros who desired to settle their quarrels without interference . '' `` How about food , Pablo ? ''