nine o'clock
He felt that there was trouble in them -- he saw phrases , sentences flitting past him . But he would play this other bitter game out first . He let them lie . He heard the bells in the church ringing the village commerce done -- it was nine o'clock . The picture of that other garden in Paris came to him : that night when he had first taken this girl into his arms . She sat below talking to Annette and singing a little Breton chanson : `` Parvondt varbondt anan oun , Et die don la lire ! Parvondt varbondt anan oun , Et die don la , la ! ''