about ten o'clock in the evening
cried Bussy Leclerc ; `` I believe that is the man of the family . '' `` Oh ! '' murmured Nicholas Poulain , `` I wish I were out of all this . '' It was about ten o'clock in the evening when the deputies returned home . Nicholas Poulain remained behind the others , reflecting on the perplexing situation in which he found himself , and considering whether he should report all that he had heard to M. d'Epernon , when , in the middle of the Rue de la Pierre-au-Réal , he ran right against a Jacobin monk . They both began to swear , but , looking up , recognized each other . `` Brother Borromée ! ''