about six o’clock
She lay for some time after that murmuring prayers , her head supported on my shoulder . I longed impatiently for the nurse to return , that I might despatch her for the leech ; not that I thought anything could be done , but for my own comfort and greater satisfaction afterwards , and that my mother might not die without some fitting attendance . The house remained quiet , however , with that impressive quietness which sobers the heart at such times , and I could not do this . And about six o'clock my mother opened her eyes again . ` This is not Marsac , ' she murmured abruptly , her eyes roving from the ceiling to the wall at the foot of the bed . No , Madame , ' I answered , leaning over her , ` you are in Blois . But I am here -- Gaston , your son . '