about six in the morning
As at Brussels , she soon gave up trying to follow him , for at the moment when she thought she had caught the trend of his humour he had already branched off into another anecdote , this time serious , and her laugh would come too late . So she tried to read the names of the little stations flying past , but the speed of the train was so great that , like Maurice 's anecdotes , she only got as far as the first syllable . She closed her eyes and slept . They changed trains at Auray about six in the morning . The young people took charge of the luggage while Maurice went to make sure that the portmanteau with his canvas and paints was securely on the right train . With his mind at rest , he joined them at the little buffet , where they were having shrimps , pink as roses , fresh eggs , coffee and the little cakes of the countryside . `` This way for Quiberon , '' called out the guard .