eleven o'clock
But then the pious thought came to her that it is wrong to show attachment to any earthly thing ; and , the window being half-lowered , she threw out the key , which fell into the black night . `` You must not play any more , Sophie , '' she resumed . `` Come , come , my children , silence ! '' It was only after the brief stay at Bordeaux , however , at about half-past eleven o'clock , that sleep came back again and overpowered all in the carriage . Madame de Jonquiere had been unable to contend against it any longer , and her head was now resting against the partition , her face wearing an expression of happiness amidst all her fatigue . The Sabathiers were , in a like fashion , calmly sleeping ; and not a sound now came from the compartment which Sophie Couteau and Elise Rouquet occupied , stretched in front of each other , on the seats . From time to time a low plaint would rise , a strangled cry of grief or fright , escaping from the lips of Madame Vincent , who , amidst her prostration , was being tortured by evil dreams .