eight o'clock
cried M. de Guersaint gaily ; `` ca n't you hear the bells ringing ? '' Pierre awoke with a start , quite surprised to find himself in that little hotel room into which the sunlight was streaming . All the joyous peals of the bells , the music of the chiming , happy town , moreover , came in through the window which he had left open . `` We shall never have time to get to the hospital before eight o'clock to fetch Marie , '' resumed M. de Guersaint , `` for we must have some breakfast , eh ? '' `` Of course , make haste and order two cups of chocolate . I will get up at once , I sha 'n' t be long , '' replied Pierre . In spite of the fatigue which had already stiffened his joints , he sprang out of bed as soon as he was alone , and made all haste with his toilet .