about eight o'clock in the morning
It was the first quarrel that had ever troubled that poor household . The next day , Mademoiselle Cormon , packed into the old carriole with Josette , and looking like a pyramid on a vast sea of parcels , drove up the rue Saint-Blaise on her way to Prebaudet , where she was overtaken by an event which hurried on her marriage , -- an event entirely unlooked for by either Madame Granson , du Bousquier , Monsieur de Valois , or Mademoiselle Cormon himself . Chance is the greatest of all artificers . The day after her arrival at Prebaudet , she was innocently employed , about eight o'clock in the morning , in listening , as she breakfasted , to the various reports of her keeper and her gardener , when Jacquelin made a violent irruption into the dining-room . `` Mademoiselle , '' he cried , out of breath , `` Monsieur l'abbe sends you an express , the son of Mere Grosmort , with a letter . The lad left Alencon before daylight , and he has just arrived ; he ran like Penelope ! Ca n't I give him a glass of wine ? ''