eleven o’clock
Fatigued and appeased , he sank into a sort of gentle and uncertain torpor . As he fell asleep , he decided he would await a favourable opportunity , and his thoughts , fleeting further and further away , lulled him to rest with the murmur : `` I will kill him , I will kill him . '' Five minutes later , he was at rest , breathing with serene regularity . Therese returned home at eleven o'clock , with a burning head , and her thoughts strained , reaching the Arcade of the Pont Neuf unconscious of the road she had taken . It seemed to her that she had just come downstairs from her visit to Laurent , so full were her ears of the words she had recently heard . She found Madame Raquin and Camille anxious and attentive ; but she answered their questions sharply , saying she had been on a fools ' errand , and had waited an hour on the pavement for an omnibus . When she got into bed , she found the sheets cold and damp .