nine o'clock
I placed a table close to the chair-bedstead and on it I disposed the pie and the cognac in such a manner that the moment Theodore woke his eyes were bound to alight on them . Then I waited . I absolutely ached to have a taste of that pie myself , it smelt so good , but I waited . Theodore woke at nine o'clock . He struggled like a fool , but he still appeared half dazed . No doubt he thought that he was dreaming . Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and cut myself off a large piece of the pie .