ten o'clock
Might it not rather be some unknown form of ulcer of hysterical origin ? Or ought one to admit that certain forms of lupus , as yet but imperfectly studied and arising from faulty nutrition of the skin , might be benefited by a great moral shock ? At all events there here seemed to be a miracle , unless , indeed , the sore should reappear again in three weeks ' , three months ' , or three years ' time , like La Grivotte 's phthisis . It was ten o'clock , and the people in the carriage were falling asleep when they left Lamothe . Sister Hyacinthe , upon whose knees La Grivotte was now drowsily resting her head , was unable to rise , and , for form 's sake , merely said , `` Silence , silence , my children ! '' in a low voice , which died away amidst the growling rumble of the wheels . However , something continued stirring in an adjoining compartment ; she heard a noise which irritated her nerves , and the cause of which she at last fancied she could understand .