ten o'clock in the
morning
Morel fell back on the stool , overwhelmed with his anguish . `` It is useless , sir , '' continued Louise , `` to tell you of my tears , my prayers . I was thunderstruck . This took place at ten o'clock in the morning in M. Ferrand 's private room . The curate was coming to breakfast with him , and entered at the moment when my master was assailing me with reproach and accusations . He appeared much put out at the sight of the priest . '' `` What occurred then ? ''