About three o'clock
`` No , Monsieur Goulden . '' I went to my room and to bed . For a long time I could not close my eyes , thinking of the conscription , of Catharine , and of so many thousands of men buried in the snow , and then I plotted flight to Switzerland . About three o'clock Monsieur Goulden retired , and a few minutes after , through God 's grace , I fell asleep . When I arose in the morning , about seven , I went to Monsieur Goulden 's room to begin work , but he was still in bed , looking weary and sick . `` Joseph , '' said he , `` I am not well . This horrible news has made me ill , and I have not slept at all . ''