eight o'clock
The boy replied affectionately : `` You must not tire yourself out so much , father . '' M. Jeannin drew Olivier towards him , and held him to his breast and murmured : `` My poor boy ! ... '' But already Olivier 's thoughts had flown off on another tack . The church clock chimed eight o'clock . He broke away , and said : `` I 'm going to read . '' On Thursdays he was allowed to read for an hour after dinner , until bedtime : it was his greatest joy : and nothing in the world could induce him to sacrifice a minute of it . M. Jeannin let him go .