ten o'clock
By the time you reach home , upon my word , it is seven o'clock ; and , as the evenings begin to be a little chill , a bright , cheerful fire is blazing in the large farm kitchen ; you go in there for a few minutes , just to warm yourself and to speak a few kind words to the honest labourers , who are enjoying a hearty meal after the day 's toil is over . Then you sit down to dinner with your aunt ; sometimes the curé , or a neighbouring farmer , is invited to share the meal . After dinner you read or work , while your aunt and her guest have a friendly game at piquet . At ten o'clock she dismisses you , with a kiss and a blessing , to your chamber ; you retire to your room , offer prayers and thanksgivings to the Great Author of all your happiness , then sleep soundly till morning , when the same routine begins again . '' `` Oh , M. Rodolph , one might lead such a life as that for a hundred years , without ever knowing one moment 's weariness . '' `` But that is not all . There are Sundays and fête-days to be thought of . ''