About ten o'clock
While you are standing there before the porch , dreading the long anxious night , Waterloo has been won , and he -- having stood the appointed time in the serried square , watching the angry waves of French cavalry dash in vain against the glittering wall of bayonets -- is now leaning against a gun in the French position , alive and well , though fearfully tired , listening to the thunder of the Prussian artillery to the north , and watching the red sun go down across the wild confusion of the battle-field . But home at Clere none slept that night , but met again next morning weary and harassed . All the long three days none of them spoke much , but wandered about the house uneasily . About ten o'clock on the Wednesday night they went to bed , and the old man sleeps from sheer weariness . It was twelve o'clock when there came a clang at the gate , and a sound of horses ' feet on the gravel . Agnes was at the window in a moment . `` Who goes there ? ''