About six o’clock
Till evening , therefore , perfect silence settled on the parsonage . La Teuse finished her washing in the shed . The priest , seated at the bottom of the little garden , his breviary fallen on his lap , remained absorbed in pious thoughts , while all around him rosy petals rained from the blossoming peach-trees . About six o'clock there came a sudden wakening . A noise of doors opening and closing , accompanied by bursts of laughter , shook the whole house . Desiree appeared , her hair all down and her arms still half bare . ` Serge !