nearly eleven o’clock at night
This last sign of perfect composure irritated him to such a degree that he was almost tempted to go up again and throw the old woman into the street . However , he followed the column , muttering in a hoarse voice : `` Yes , yes , look at us passing . We 'll see whether you will station yourself at your balcony to-morrow . '' It was nearly eleven o'clock at night when the insurgents entered the town by the Porte de Rome . The workmen remaining in Plassans had opened the gate for them , in spite of the wailings of the keeper , from whom they could only wrest the keys by force . This man , very jealous of his office , stood dumbfoundered in the presence of the surging crowd . To think of it !