ten o'clock at night
He had heard of her going to the prison every day . `` She came out here , '' he said , looking about him , `` turned this way , must have trod on these stones often . Let me follow in her steps . '' It was ten o'clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force , where she had stood hundreds of times . A little wood-sawyer , having closed his shop , was smoking his pipe at his shop-door . `` Good night , citizen , '' said Sydney Carton , pausing in going by ; for , the man eyed him inquisitively . `` Good night , citizen . ''