eleven o’clock
Hatred resumed entire possession of him . He often let his pen drop and became absorbed in dreams . The dying fire cast a bright glow upon his face ; the lamp burned smokily , and the chaffinch fell asleep again on one leg , with its head tucked under its wing . Sometimes Auguste , on coming upstairs at eleven o'clock and seeing the light shining under the door , would knock , before going to bed . Florent admitted him with some impatience . The assistant sat down in front of the fire , speaking but little , and never saying why he had come . His eyes would all the time remain fixed upon the photograph of himself and Augustine in their Sunday finery .