about seven o'clock
He said there was much to do in the north . '' `` I think the holy man spoke truth , '' said Gaspard , and they rode into open country . They broke their fast on black bread and a cup of wine at the first inn , where a crowd of frightened countrymen were looking in the direction of Paris . It was now about seven o'clock , and a faint haze , which promised heat , cloaked the ground . From it rose the towers and high-peaked roofs of the city , insubstantial as a dream . `` Eaucourt by the waters ! '' sighed Gaspard .