about eleven o'clock
and old Koekli in his red gown threw himself before the man , who escaped into the sacristy , raising his hands to heaven and declaring that he was converted , and that he renounced the devil and all his works . Then the preacher made a prayer for the soul of the sinner . It was a real triumph for religion . Everybody left about eleven o'clock , and it was announced that there would be a procession the next day , which was Sunday . In consequence of the great crowd , which had pushed us into the corner , Mr. Goulden and I were among the last to get out , and by the time we reached the street , the people from Quatre Vents and the other villages were already beyond the German gate , and nothing was heard in the streets but the closing of the shutters by the townspeople , and a few old women talking about the wonderful things they had heard , as they went home by the rue de l'Arsenal . Father Goulden and I walked along in the silence , he with his head bent down and smiling , though without speaking a word . When we reached home I lighted the candle , and while he was undressing asked : `` Well !