Twelve o’clock
At ten o'clock she heard a noise ; it was Martine bringing up the lamp . Toward eleven Felicite , who was sitting watching in an armchair , seemed to grow restless , got up and went out of the room , and came back again . From this forth there was a continual coming and going as of impatient footsteps prowling around the young woman , who was still awake , her large eyes fixed motionless on Pascal . Twelve o'clock struck , and one persistent thought alone pierced her weary brain , like a nail , and prevented sleep -- why had she obeyed him ? If she had remained she would have revived him with her youth , and he would not have died . And it was not until a little before one that she felt this thought , too , grow confused and lose itself in a nightmare . And she fell into a heavy sleep , worn out with grief and fatigue .