six in the morning
One evening his grandmother had again read him the story of the Vengeur to make him bold , and in the night he had become delirious . The poor little fellow died of fright . THE DEATH OF OLIVIER BECAILLE It was on a Saturday , at six in the morning , that I died after a three days ' illness . My wife was searching a trunk for some linen , and when she rose and turned she saw me rigid , with open eyes and silent pulses . She ran to me , fancying that I had fainted , touched my hands and bent over me . Then she suddenly grew alarmed , burst into tears and stammered : `` My God , my God !