ten o’clock
The very cat , whose skin was distended by fat , dilated its yellow eyes and scrutinised him with an air of distrust . `` You 'll wait till we have breakfast , wo n't you ? '' asked Quenu . `` We have it early , at ten o'clock . '' A penetrating odour of cookery pervaded the place ; and Florent looked back upon the terrible night which he had just spent , his arrival amongst the vegetables , his agony in the midst of the markets , the endless avalanches of food from which he had just escaped . And then in a low tone and with a gentle smile he responded : `` No ; I 'm really very hungry , you see . '' Florent had just begun to study law in Paris when his mother died .