eleven o’clock
And afterwards he left her , his duty done , his soul once more full of the serenity which enabled him to pass undisturbed athwart the corruptions of the world . The morning was becoming terribly hot . In that huge rocky amphitheatre the sun kindled a furnace-like glare from the moment when the first fine weather began . By the planet 's height in the sky Abbe Mouret now perceived that he had only just time to return home if he wished to get there by eleven o'clock and escape a scolding from La Teuse . Having finished reading his breviary and made his application to Bambousse , he swiftly retraced his steps , gazing as he went at his church , now a grey spot in the distance , and at the black rigid silhouette which the big cypress-tree , the Solitaire , set against the blue sky . Amidst the drowsiness fostered by the heat , he thought of how richly that evening he might decorate the Lady chapel for the devotions of the month of Mary . Before him the road offered a carpet of dust , soft to the tread and of dazzling whiteness .