about five o'clock
For the last week when they came out of the Veau a Deux Tetes , where they ate , he had sent her off to bed with the children and had not appeared until late into the night and always with a story that he had been looking for work . This very night , while she was watching for his return , she fancied she saw him enter the ballroom of the Grand-Balcon , whose ten windows blazing with lights illuminated , as with a sheet of fire , the black lines of the outer boulevards . She caught a glimpse of Adele , a pretty brunette who dined at their restaurant and who was walking a few steps behind him , with her hands swinging as if she had just dropped his arm , rather than pass before the bright light of the globes over the door in his company . When Gervaise awoke about five o'clock , stiff and sore , she burst into wild sobs , for Lantier had not come in . For the first time he had slept out . She sat on the edge of the bed , half shrouded in the canopy of faded chintz that hung from the arrow fastened to the ceiling by a string . Slowly , with her eyes suffused with tears , she looked around this miserable _ chambre garnie _ , whose furniture consisted of a chestnut bureau of which one drawer was absent , three straw chairs and a greasy table on which was a broken-handled pitcher .