eleven o’clock
She who had got up with so great a desire to make peace at once ! He was in no hurry , however ; he did not love her then , since he could be satisfied to live at variance with her . And gradually a feeling of gloom took possession of her , her rebellious thoughts returned , and she resolved anew to yield in nothing . At eleven o'clock , before setting her breakfast on the fire , Martine came to her for a moment , the eternal stocking in her hand which she was always knitting even while walking , when she was not occupied in the affairs of the house . `` Do you know that he is still shut up there like a wolf in his hole , at his villainous cookery ? '' Clotilde shrugged her shoulders , without lifting her eyes from her embroidery . `` And then , mademoiselle , if you only knew what they say !