about five o’clock in the morning
He felt distressed at thus leaving her alone under the trees . For the last time he looked at her from afar . She was still lying there in all her purity , wrapped in the red banner , her head slightly raised , and her big eyes turned upward towards heaven . It was about five o'clock in the morning when Rougon at last ventured to leave his mother 's house . The old woman had gone to sleep on a chair . He crept stealthily to the end of the Impasse Saint-Mittre . There was not a sound , not a shadow .