five o'clock in the morning
Mlle. Boussignol hurriedly carried him in here , washed and tended him and laid him in the cradle prepared for him ... . But Madame d'Imbleval was screaming with pain ; and the nurse had to attend to her while the newborn child was yelling like a stuck pig and the terrified mother , unable to stir from her bed , fainted ... . Add to this all the wretchedness of darkness and disorder , the only lamp , without any oil , for the servant had neglected to fill it , the candles burning out , the moaning of the wind , the screeching of the owls , and you will understand that Mlle. Boussignol was scared out of her wits . However , at five o'clock in the morning , after many tragic incidents , she came in here with the d'Imbleval baby , likewise a boy , washed and tended him , laid him in his cradle and went off to help Madame Vaurois , who had come to herself and was crying out , while Madame d'Imbleval had fainted in her turn . And , when Mlle. Boussignol , having settled the two mothers , but half-crazed with fatigue , her brain in a whirl , returned to the new-born children , she realized with horror that she had wrapped them in similar binders , thrust their feet into similar woolen socks and laid them both , side by side , _ in the same cradle _ , so that it was impossible to tell Louis d'Imbleval from Jean Vaurois ! ... To make matters worse , when she lifted one of them out of the cradle , she found that his hands were cold as ice and that he had ceased to breathe . He was dead .