nine o’clock
Ah ! how happy those warm evenings were ! The lovers had now reached the first days of September , a month of bright sunshine in Provence . It was hardly possible for them to join each other before nine o'clock . Miette arrived from over the wall , in surmounting which she soon acquired such dexterity that she was almost always on the old tombstone before Silvere had time to stretch out his arms . She would laugh at her own strength and agility as , for a moment , with her hair in disorder , she remained almost breathless , tapping her skirt to make it fall . Her sweetheart laughingly called her an impudent urchin .