Four o'clock
But a fresh uneasiness fell upon her , and her hands groped about ; she only grew calm again when she held her large doll in her little arms against her bosom . It was evidently her wish to take it with her . Her glances wandered far away amongst the chimneys glinting with the sun 's ruddy light . Four o'clock struck , and the bluish shadows of evening were already gathering . The end was at hand ; there was a stifling , a slow and passive agony . The dear angel no longer had strength to offer resistance . Monsieur Rambaud , overcome , threw himself on his knees , convulsed with silent sobbing , and dragged himself behind a curtain to hide his grief .