about eleven o’clock
mon Dieu ! If only nothing has happened at the factory ! '' That is the reason why on the evening in question , when the hens and chickens were all asleep on their perches , and the dinner had been removed untouched , Mademoiselle Planus was sitting in the little ground-floor living-room , waiting , in great agitation . At last , about eleven o'clock , some one rang . A timid , melancholy ring , in no wise resembling Sigismond 's vigorous pull . `` Is it you , Monsieur Planus ? '' queried the old lady from behind the door .