five o'clock
The houses were lifeless and silent as tombs ; many of them had been empty and abandoned for the last two days , others the terrified owners had closely locked and barred . Shuddering , the city awoke to the cares and occupations of the new day ; the morning was fraught with chill misery in those streets , still half deserted , peopled only by a few frightened pedestrians and those hurrying fugitives , the remnant of the exodus of previous days . Soon the sun would rise and send down its cheerful light upon the scene ; soon the city , overwhelmed in the swift-rising tide of disaster , would be crowded as it had never been before . It was half-past five o'clock ; the roar of the cannon , caught and deadened among the tall dingy houses , sounded more faintly in her ears . At the Sous-Prefecture Henriette had some acquaintance with the concierge 's daughter , Rose by name , a pretty little blonde of refined appearance who was employed in Delaherche 's factory . She made her way at once to the lodge ; the mother was not there , but Rose received her with her usual amiability . `` Oh !