nine o’clock
Days passed . Angelique broke many needles between morning and evening , so difficult was it to sew down the gold , through the thickness of the waxed threads . To have seen her , one would have said she was so thoroughly absorbed by her hard work that she could think of nothing else . At nine o'clock she was exhausted by fatigue , and , going to bed , she sank at once into a heavy , dreamless sleep . When her embroidery gave her mind a moment 's leisure , she was astonished not to see Felicien . Although she took no step towards seeking him , it seemed to her that he ought to have tried every possible way to come to her . Yet she approved of his wisdom in acting as he did , and would have scolded him had he tried to hasten matters .