eleven o’clock
Her breathing now imperceptibly raised the cotton covering . Big tears lay in the corner of the half-closed eyelids , through whose lashes one could see two pale sunken pupils ; the plaster stuck on her cheek drew the skin obliquely . `` It is very strange , '' thought Emma , `` how ugly this child is ! '' When at eleven o'clock Charles came back from the chemist 's shop , whither he had gone after dinner to return the remainder of the sticking-plaster , he found his wife standing by the cradle . `` I assure you it 's nothing . '' he said , kissing her on the forehead . `` Do n't worry , my poor darling ; you will make yourself ill . ''