one in the
afternoon
And also it served him as a moral thermometer . The death-mask indicated more clearly than his own conscience the temperature of his soul , the character of his most secret thoughts : now a cloudy sky , now the gusty wind of the passions , now fine calm weather . He had to be sparing with his food . He only ate once a day , at one in the afternoon . He bought a large sausage , and hung it up in his window : a thick slice of it , a hunk of bread , and a cup of coffee that he made himself were a feast for the gods . He would have preferred two such feasts . He was angry with himself for having such a good appetite .