three in the afternoon
I tried to comfort her , but it was a long time before I succeeded . I locked her door on the outside , and that night I slept with the key beneath my pillow . The next morning , after again cautioning Jacqueline not to leave her room until I returned , I went to the house of Captain Dubois on Paul Street , in the Lower Town . I was admitted by a pleasant-looking woman who told me that the captain would not be home until three in the afternoon , so I returned to the château , took Jacqueline for a sleigh ride round the fortifications , and delighted her , and myself also , by the purchase of two fur coats , heavy enough to exclude the biting cold which I anticipated we should experience during our journey . In the afternoon I went back to Paul Street and found M. Dubois at home . He was a man of agreeable appearance , a typical Frenchman of about forty-five , with a full face sparsely covered with a black beard that was beginning to turn grey at the sides , and with an air of sagacious understanding , in which I detected both sympathy and a lurking humour . When I explained that I wanted to secure two passages to St. Boniface , his brows contracted .