two in the morning
Gervaise had waited up for Lantier until two in the morning . Then , shivering from having remained in a thin loose jacket , exposed to the fresh air at the window , she had thrown herself across the bed , drowsy , feverish , and her cheeks bathed in tears . For a week past , on leaving the `` Two-Headed Calf , '' where they took their meals , he had sent her home with the children and never reappeared himself till late at night , alleging that he had been in search of work . That evening , while watching for his return , she thought she had seen him enter the dancing-hall of the `` Grand-Balcony , '' the ten blazing windows of which lighted up with the glare of a conflagration the dark expanse of the exterior Boulevards ; and five or six paces behind him , she had caught sight of little Adele , a burnisher , who dined at the same restaurant , swinging her hands , as if she had just quitted his arm so as not to pass together under the dazzling light of the globes at the door .