about one o’clock
His face was quite blue . After a few seconds of immobility , he tried to breathe : he put out his lips , opened his poor mouth , like a little bird opening its beak to get a last mouthful of air . And he was dead . It was not until after breakfast , at about one o'clock , that Clotilde received the despatch . On this day it had chanced that she had quarreled with her brother Maxime , who , taking advantage of his privileges as an invalid , had tormented her more and more every day by his unreasonable caprices and his outbursts of ill temper . In short , her visit to him had not proved a success . He found that she was too simple and too serious to cheer him ; and he had preferred , of late , the society of Rose , the fair-haired young girl , with the innocent look , who amused him .