eight o’clock
When I awoke the room was full of grey light , the door stood open , and Louis , looking ashamed of himself , waited by my pallet with a cup of wine in his hand , and some bread and fruit on a platter . ` Will Monsieur be good enough to rise ? ' he said . ` It is eight o'clock . ' ` Willingly , ' I answered tartly . ` Now that the door is unlocked . ' He turned red .