six o’clock
Bovary was far away . He was walking with great strides along by the wall , near the espalier , and he ground his teeth ; he raised to heaven looks of malediction , but not so much as a leaf stirred . A fine rain was falling : Charles , whose chest was bare , at last began to shiver ; he went in and sat down in the kitchen . At six o'clock a noise like a clatter of old iron was heard on the Place ; it was the `` Hirondelle '' coming in , and he remained with his forehead against the windowpane , watching all the passengers get out , one after the other . Felicite put down a mattress for him in the drawing-room . He threw himself upon it and fell asleep . Although a philosopher , Monsieur Homais respected the dead .