eleven o’clock
Lisa also amused the young man with stories , just as though he were a child . She knew some very pretty ones -- some miraculous legends , full of lambs and little angels , which she narrated in a piping voice , with all her wonted seriousness . If a customer happened to come in , she saved herself the trouble of moving by asking Quenu to get the required pot of lard or box of snails . And at eleven o'clock they went slowly up to bed as on the previous night . As they closed their doors , they calmly repeated the words : `` Good night , Mademoiselle Lisa . '' `` Good night , Monsieur Quenu . '' One morning Uncle Gradelle was struck dead by apoplexy while preparing a galantine .