eleven o’clock
Grivet has the devil 's own luck . He has just won again . '' The young woman rose painfully , and ascending to the dining-room resumed her seat opposite old Michaud , whose pendent lips gave heartrending smiles . And , until eleven o'clock , she remained oppressed in her chair , watching Francois whom she held in her arms , so as to avoid seeing the cardboard dolls grimacing around her . One Thursday , Camille , on returning from his office , brought with him a great fellow with square shoulders , whom he pushed in a familiar manner into the shop . `` Mother , '' he said to Madame Raquin , pointing to the newcomer , `` do you recognise this gentleman ? '' The old mercer looked at the strapping blade , seeking among her recollections and finding nothing , while Therese placidly observed the scene .