eight o’clock in the morning
And then she slowly closed the gate upon the deserted garden . WHEN Claude found himself once more on the pavement of Paris he was seized with a feverish longing for hubbub and motion , a desire to gad about , scour the whole city , and see his chums . He was off the moment he awoke , leaving Christine to get things shipshape by herself in the studio which they had taken in the Rue de Douai , near the Boulevard de Clichy . In this way , on the second day of his arrival , he dropped in at Mahoudeau 's at eight o'clock in the morning , in the chill , grey November dawn which had barely risen . However , the shop in the Rue du Cherche-Midi , which the sculptor still occupied , was open , and Mahoudeau himself , half asleep , with a white face , was shivering as he took down the shutters . Ah ! it 's you .