eight o'clock
I saw Doltaire with Juste Duvarney spring swiftly to the side of Alixe , and , with her father , put her and Mademoiselle Lotbiniere into the pulpit , forming a ring round it , and preventing the crowd from trampling on them , as , suddenly gone mad , they swarmed past . The Governor , the Intendant , and the Chevalier de la Darante did as much also for Madame Lotbiniere ; and as soon as the crush had in a little subsided , a number of soldiers cleared the way , and I saw my wife led from the church . I longed to leap down there among them and claim her , but that thought was madness , for I should have been food for worms in a trice , so I kept my place . That evening , at eight o'clock , Jean Labrouk was buried . A shell had burst not a dozen paces from his own door , within the consecrated ground of the cathedral , and in a hole it had made he was laid , the only mourners his wife and his grandfather , and two soldiers of his company sent by General Bougainville to bury him . I watched the ceremony from my loft , which had one small dormer window . It was dark , but burning buildings in the Lower Town made all light about the place .