eight o'clock
Shivering and half dead with fear , she came groping back into the room . Her bare feet were cut and bleeding , for they had been torn by the grating . For a long while she remained sitting on the edge of the bed , listening and listening . Toward morning , however , she went to sleep again , and at eight o'clock , when she woke up , she escaped from the hotel and ran to her aunt 's . When Mme Lerat , who happened just then to be drinking her morning coffee with Zoe , beheld her bedraggled plight and haggard face , she took note of the hour and at once understood the state of the case . `` It 's come to it , eh ? '' she cried .