nine o’clock
Then she put on a cap and threw a shawl over her shoulders . `` Where are you going , pray ? '' her husband asked her with surprise . `` It 's past nine o'clock . '' `` You go to bed , '' she replied rather brusquely , `` you 're not well ; go and rest yourself . Sleep on till I come back ; I 'll wake you if necessary , and then we can talk the matter over . '' She went out with her usual nimble gait , ran to the post-office , and abruptly entered the room where Vuillet was still at work .