eight o'clock
When Olive went up to her room presently she found a great copper jar of hot water set beside the tiny washstand . The barred window was high in the thickness of the stone wall and the uncarpeted floor was of brick . The place was bare and cold as a cell , but the bed , narrow and white as that of Mary Mother in Rossetti 's picture , invited her , and she slept well . She was awakened at eight o'clock by a young waiter who brought in her coffee and rolls on a tray . She was a little startled by his unceremonious entrance , but it seemed to be so much a matter of course that she could not resent it . He took the copper jar away with him . `` The _ padrone _ says you will want some more water , '' he said smilingly .