about eleven o’clock
While she tore and soiled her frock on the stones and clammy ground , Camille neatly spread out his pocket-handkerchief and sank down beside her with endless precautions . Latterly the young couple almost invariably took Laurent with them . He enlivened the excursion by his laughter and strength of a peasant . One Sunday , Camille , Therese and Laurent left for Saint-Ouen after breakfast , at about eleven o'clock . The outing had been projected a long time , and was to be the last of the season . Autumn approached , and the cold breezes at night , began to make the air chilly . On this particular morning , the sky maintained all its blue serenity .