ten o’clock
`` You are a monster to talk of such things and my poor man dying like this -- '' `` Ah ! it is because I love you , '' said Remonencq ; `` I could let everything else go to have you -- '' `` If you loved me , you would say nothing to me just now , '' returned she . And Remonencq departed to his shop , sure of marrying La Cibot . Towards ten o'clock there was a sort of commotion in the street ; M. Cibot was taking the Sacrament . All the friends of the pair , all the porters and porters ' wives in the Rue de Normandie and neighboring streets , had crowded into the lodge , under the archway , and stood on the pavement outside . Nobody so much as noticed the arrival of M. Leopold Hannequin and a brother lawyer . Schwab and Brunner reached Pons ' rooms unseen by Mme. Cibot .