about half past ten
But our heart burnings ended not there ; for coming in to supper at sundown , Moll has nothing to offer us but dry bread and a dish of dates , which , though it be the common supper of the Moors in this place , was little enough to our satisfaction , as Dawson told her in pretty round terms , asking her what she was good for if not to give us a meal fit for Christians , etc. , and stating very explicitly what he would have her prepare for our dinner next day . Moll takes her upbraiding very humbly -LRB- which was ever a bad sign -RRB- , and promises to be more careful of our comfort in the future . And so ended that day . The next morning Dawson and I make no attempt at work , but after breakfast , by common accord , stretch us out under the palms to meditate ; and there about half past ten , Don Sanchez , coming round to pay us a visit , finds us both sound asleep . A sudden exclamation from him aroused us , and as we stumbled to our feet , staring about us , we perceived Moll coming from the house , but so disfigured with smuts of charcoal all over her face and hands , we scarce knew her . `` God 's mercy ! '' cries the Don .