seven o'clock in the evening
`` Tell him that to-morrow you will set out by express , to go and embrace him and your mother ! '' The young captain only took time to press the hands of this excellent man , and he ran and jumped into a cab to hasten to the telegraph office . He left Stockholm that same day , took the railroad to Malmo on the north-west coast of Sweden , crossed the strait in twenty minutes , reached Copenhagen , took the express train through to Holland and Belgium , and at Brussels the train for Paris . On Saturday , at seven o'clock in the evening , exactly six days after Mr. Durrien had posted his letter , he had the joy of waiting for his grandson at the depot . As soon as the train stopped they fell into each other 's arms . They had thought so much about each other during these last few days that they both felt already well acquainted . `` My mother ? ''