eight o’clock
THAT morning , in the little pavilion of Chantebled , on the verge of the woods , where they had now been installed for nearly a month , Mathieu was making all haste in order that he might catch the seven-o'clock train which every day conveyed him from Janville to Paris . It was already half-past six , and there were fully two thousand paces from the pavilion to Janville . Afterwards came a railway journey of three-quarters of an hour , and another journey of at least equal duration through Paris , from the Northern Railway terminus to the Boulevard de Grenelle . He seldom reached his office at the factory before half-past eight o'clock . He had just kissed the children . Fortunately they were asleep ; otherwise they would have linked their arms about his neck , laughed and kissed him , being ever unwilling to let him go . And as he hastily returned to the principal bedroom , he found his wife , Marianne , in bed there , but awake and sitting up .