Eleven o’clock
Have no fear , I have listened to you , I will endeavor to be worthy of the heritage you leave ; and I think , with you , that perhaps the great future lies entirely there . '' In the sad and quiet room Pascal began to speak again , with the courageous tranquillity of a dying philosopher giving his last lesson . He now reviewed his personal observations ; he said that he had often cured himself by work , regular and methodical work , not carried to excess . Eleven o'clock struck ; he urged Ramond to take his breakfast , and he continued the conversation , soaring to lofty and distant heights , while Martine served the meal . The sun had at last burst through the morning mists , a sun still half-veiled in clouds , and mild , whose golden light warmed the room . Presently , after taking a few sips of milk , Pascal remained silent . At this moment the young physician was eating a pear .