eight o'clock
He said no more , for the procession was finished and Aunt Grédel and Catherine had come . We dined together , aunt was happy and Catherine too , but even the pleasure it gave me to see them , could not make me forget what I had witnessed , and Mr. Goulden was very grave too . At night , I went with them to the `` Roulette , '' and then I embraced them and bade them good-night . It might have been eight o'clock , and I went home immediately . Mr. Goulden had gone to the `` Homme Sauvage '' brewery , as was his habit on Sunday , to read the gazette , and I went to bed . He came in about ten , and seeing my candle burning on the table , he pushed open the door and said : `` It seems that they are having processions everywhere . You see nothing else in the gazette . ''