eight o’clock
He went to bed . When he was in the warmth beneath the bedclothes , he again thought of Therese , whom fright had driven from his mind . Do what he would , obstinately close his eyes , endeavour to sleep , he felt his thoughts at work commanding his attention , connecting one with the other , to ever point out to him the advantage he would reap by marrying as soon as possible . Ever and anon he would turn round , saying to himself : `` I must not think any more ; I shall have to get up at eight o'clock to-morrow morning to go to my office . '' And he made an effort to slip off to sleep . But the ideas returned one by one . The dull labour of his reasoning began again ; and he soon found himself in a sort of acute reverie that displayed to him in the depths of his brain , the necessity for his marriage , along with the arguments his desire and prudence advanced in turn , for and against the possession of Therese .