ten o'clock
It was then Lorilleux who got into a quarrel with Madame Lerat by maintaining that , in order to have a son , the head of the bed should be turned to the north . She shrugged her shoulders at such nonsense , offering another formula which consisted in hiding under the mattress , without letting your wife know , a handful of fresh nettles picked in bright sunlight . The table had been pushed over close to the bed . Until ten o'clock Gervaise lay there , smiling although she was only half awake . She was becoming more and more weary , her head turned sideways on the pillow . She no longer had the energy to venture a remark or a gesture . It seemed to her that she was dead , a very sweet death , from the depths of which she was happy to observe the others still in the land of the living .