nine o’clock
He said to me , ` I shall have to go , though I never care to set out on horseback when I have hardly digested my dinner , more especially when it is as cold as this . It is enough to kill a man ! ' `` For all that , he went . At nine o'clock the postman Goguelat , brought a letter for M. Benassis . Jacquotte was tired out , for it was her washing-day . She gave me the letter and went off to bed . She begged me to keep a good fire in our bedroom , and to have some tea ready for M. Benassis when he came in , for I am still sleeping in the little cot-bed in his room .