eight o’clock
There , '' she cried , interrupting herself , `` that 's a quarter to ten striking at the Val-de-Grace , and not a soul stirring ! '' `` Pooh ! they are all gone out . Mme. Couture and the girl went out at eight o'clock to take the wafer at Saint-Etienne . Father Goriot started off somewhere with a parcel , and the student wo n't be back from his lecture till ten o'clock . I saw them go while I was sweeping the stairs ; Father Goriot knocked up against me , and his parcel was as hard as iron . What is the old fellow up to , I wonder ?