three o'clock
Both the women remained , however . They averted their eyes , not wishing to see the rest ; motionless and trembling they stood locked in each other 's arms , notwithstanding the little love there was between them . At no time during the day had the artillery thundered more loudly than now . It was three o'clock , and Delaherche declared angrily that he gave it up -- he could not understand it . There could be no doubt about it now , the Prussian batteries , instead of slackening their fire , were extending it . Why ? What had happened ?