five o'clock
There was so much to do for them ! And soon , please God , she would be helping other tired and weary men , with food , and perhaps a word -- when she had acquired some French -- and perhaps a thread and needle . She dined alone that night , as usual . Henri did not appear , though she had sent what she suspected was his only tunic back to him neatly mended at five o'clock . As a matter of fact Henri was sound asleep . He had meant to rest only for an hour a body that was crying aloud with fatigue . But Jean , coming in quietly , had found him sleeping like a child , and had put his own blanket over him and left him .