eight
o'clock
I did not answer , but looked out to see if the fire was lighting ; the embers burnt well ; I heard the chimney draw , and at once all blazed up . The sound of the flames was merry enough , but it required a good half-hour to feel the air any warmer . At last I arose and dressed myself . Monsieur Goulden kept on chatting , but I thought only of Catharine , and when at length , toward eight o'clock , I started out , he exclaimed : `` Joseph , what are you thinking of ? Are you going to Quatre-Vents in that little coat ? You would be dead before you had got half way . Go into my closet , and take my great cloak , and the mittens , and the double-soled shoes lined with flannel . ''