five o'clock
It was in two of their curious little cells that Mme. de Sarennes , Angélique , and I were lodged . The chapel opened out of the square entry -- it scarce could be dignified as a hall -- on which the principal doorway gave , and to the right of this was the long , low-ceilinged room , lighted by many-paned windows down one side , which now served as a common meeting-place for the nuns of the three congregations and their numerous guests . Here all who were willing and able to work placed themselves under the direction of the Superior , for the nuns had more than they could well attend to , with the invalids of the Hôtel-Dieu added to their own , as well as the wounded , who now began to come in . On the last day of July we heard heavy firing towards Montmorenci , beginning about mid-day , and towards five o'clock it increased to a continuous dull roar . It was dark before the first messenger reached us , and our hearts were lifted by the tidings he bore . It was victory , perhaps complete and final ; the English had left hundreds of dead behind them , and our loss was nothing . Scarce an hour after this the wounded began to arrive , and being but a novice to such sights , I was glad when the Superior , noticing my pale face , called Angélique to bid us go out into the court-yard and get a breath of fresh air .