about eleven o’clock
This period of his life was paradise to poor Jean-Jacques , who now acquired the gentle habits of an animal , trained into a sort of monastic regularity . He slept late . Flore , who was up at daybreak attending to her housekeeping , woke him so that he should find his breakfast ready as soon as he had finished dressing . After breakfast , about eleven o'clock , Jean-Jacques went to walk ; talked with the people he met , and came home at three in the afternoon to read the papers , -- those of the department , and a journal from Paris which he received three days after publication , well greased by the thirty hands through which it came , browned by the snuffy noses that had pored over it , and soiled by the various tables on which it had lain . The old bachelor thus got through the day until it was time for dinner ; over that meal he spent as much time as it was possible to give to it . Flore told him the news of the town , repeating the cackle that was current , which she had carefully picked up . Towards eight o'clock the lights were put out .