ten o'clock in the
morning
But Clementine 's aunt , the austere Mlle. Sambucco , thought that it was time to show her authority . She stretched out her big , wrinkled hands , seized Fougas , jerked him sharply to his feet , and cried in her shrillest voice : `` Enough , sir ; it is time to put an end to this scandalous farce ! My niece is not for you ; I have promised her and given her away . Know that , day after to-morrow , the 19th of this month , at ten o'clock in the morning , she will marry M. Leon Renault , your benefactor ! '' `` And I forbid it -- do you hear , Madame Aunt ? And if she pretends to marry this boy -- '' `` What will you do ? '' `` I 'll curse her ! ''