eleven o'clock
The children were sound asleep on chairs , stuffed full from the dinner . Just as the bridal couple and Lorilleux were about to go out the door , a quarrel broke out near the dance floor between their group and another group . Boche and My-Boots were kissing a lady and would n't give her up to her escorts , two soldiers . It was scarcely eleven o'clock . On the Boulevard de la Chapelle , and in the entire neighborhood of the Goutte-d'Or , the fortnight 's pay , which fell due on that Saturday , produced an enormous drunken uproar . Madame Lorilleux was waiting beneath a gas-lamp about twenty paces from the Silver Windmill . She took her husband 's arm , and walked on in front without looking round , at such a rate , that Gervaise and Coupeau got quite out of breath in trying to keep up with them .