The hour of nine
Ah , woe for you ! woe for you ! '' At this moment the Schoolmaster uttered a piercing shriek , and awoke with a bound at this horrid , frightful dream . The hour of nine had struck on the Bouqueval clock , when Madame Georges softly entered the chamber of Fleur-de-Marie . The light slumber of the young girl was quickly broken , and she awoke to find her kind friend standing by her bedside . A brilliant winter 's sun darted its rays through the blinds and chintz window-curtains , the pink linings of which cast a bright glow on the pale countenance of La Goualeuse , giving it the look of health it so greatly needed . `` Well , my child , '' said Madame Georges , sitting down and gently kissing her forehead , `` how are you this morning ? ''