eight o'clock in the
morning
I had a small but decent chamber assigned to me , and I was alone . When I demanded that my accusation should be read over , in order that I might engage a lawyer for my defence , I was assured that this would not be at all necessary , as there would be no trial . In that case , I begged them to leave me to repose and meditation , which they were so good as to do . I had an excellent night 's rest , and was very ready for my chocolate at eight o'clock in the morning . Whilst I was sipping this , expecting every moment the arrival of my servant with my clothes , clean linen , letters , and a barber , I heard the key turn in the lock , and made sure that it was Federigo . But the warder introduced a muffled figure of a woman , who , when he had retired , came quickly towards me , as if she was about to stab me . `` Miserable young man ! ''