eight o'clock in the morning
Wogan fingered his pistols , straining his eyes backwards down the road . At daybreak the snow stopped ; the carriage rolled on high among the mountains under a grey sky ; and here and there , at a wind of the road , Wogan caught a glimpse of the towers and chimney-tops of Innspruck , or had within his view a stretch of the slope they had climbed . But there was never a black speck visible upon the white of the snow ; as yet no courier was overtaking them , as yet Innspruck did not know its captive had escaped . At eight o'clock in the morning they came to Nazareth , and found their own berlin ready harnessed at the post-house door , the postillion already in his saddle , and Misset waiting with an uncovered head . `` Her Highness will breakfast here , no doubt ? '' said Gaydon . `` Misset will have seen to it , '' cried Wogan , `` that the berlin is furnished .