Eight o’clock P.M.
These thoughts came into my mind as I finished dressing , and I said to myself that Father Chaufour had a right to reparation from me . To make amends for the feeling of ill-will I had against him just now , I owed him some explicit proof of sympathy . I heard him humming a tune in his room ; he was at work , and I determined that I would make the first neighborly call . Eight o'clock P.M. -- I found Father Chaufour at a table lighted by a little smoky lamp , without a fire , although it is already cold , and making large pasteboard boxes ; he was humming a popular song in a low tone . I had hardly entered the room when he uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure . `` Eh ! is it you , neighbor ?