seven o'clock
He had startled and frightened the girl so that she was trembling when she ventured to slow down to a walk under the glaring lights of the Boulevard St. Michel . She was also shivering with wet and cold , and without knowing it , she was extremely hungry . As she fled along the boulevard in the direction of her own quarter of the city , her eye caught the lighted clock at the kiosk near Cluny . She was astonished to see that it was after seven o'clock . How long could she have stood there , under the shadow of that terrific Thinker , consumed quite as much as he by the pain of trying to rise above mere nature ? An hour -- more than an hour , she must have been there . The Pantheon must have closed during that time , and the dreadful , sick man must have passed close by her .