about two o'clock
Maurice did understand . It made his heart bleed ; he gave a great sob . `` My poor darling ! '' When , about two o'clock , Henriette recovered consciousness , she found herself at Balan , in the kitchen of some people who were strangers to her , her head resting on a table , weeping . Almost immediately , however , she dried her tears ; already the heroic element was reasserting itself in that silent woman , so frail , so gentle , yet of a spirit so indomitable that she could suffer martyrdom for the faith , or the love , that was in her . She knew not fear ; her quiet , undemonstrative courage was lofty and invincible . When her distress was deepest she had summoned up her resolution , devoting her reflections to how she might recover her husband 's body , so as to give it decent burial .