one o’clock in the morning
Meanwhile , the windows of the Gondelaurier mansion remained lighted , even after midnight . Quasimodo , motionless and attentive , beheld a throng of lively , dancing shadows pass athwart the many-colored painted panes . Had he not been deaf , he would have heard more and more distinctly , in proportion as the noise of sleeping Paris died away , a sound of feasting , laughter , and music in the Gondelaurier mansion . Towards one o'clock in the morning , the guests began to take their leave . Quasimodo , shrouded in darkness watched them all pass out through the porch illuminated with torches . None of them was the captain . He was filled with sad thoughts ; at times he looked upwards into the air , like a person who is weary of waiting .