one in the morning
`` Never mind , '' she replied gently . `` We are not going away . '' BOOK 4 . The great clock of Saint-Gervais struck one in the morning . It was so cold that the fine snow , flying through the air , hardened as it fell , covering the pavements with a slippery , white blanket . Risler , wrapped in his cloak , was hastening home from the brewery through the deserted streets of the Marais . He had been celebrating , in company with his two faithful borrowers , Chebe and Delobelle , his first moment of leisure , the end of that almost endless period of seclusion during which he had been superintending the manufacture of his press , with all the searchings , the joys , and the disappointments of the inventor .