eight o'clock in the evening
Farewell , my children ! we will meet soon in the Rue Brise-Miche . '' When Dagobert , Agricola , and Mother Bunch separated , it was already dark night . It is eight o'clock in the evening , the rain dashes against the windows of Frances Baudoin 's apartment in the Rue Brise-Miche , while violent squalls of wind shake the badly dosed doors and casements . The disorder and confusion of this humble abode , usually kept with so much care and neatness , bore testimony to the serious nature of the sad events which had thus disturbed existences hitherto peaceful in their obscurity . The paved floor was soiled with mud , and a thick layer of dust covered the furniture , once so bright and clean . Since Frances was taken away by the commissary , the bed had not been made ; at night Dagobert had thrown himself upon it for a few hours in his clothes , when , worn out with fatigue , and crushed by despair , he had returned from new and vain attempts to discover Rose and Blanche 's prison-house .