one o'clock
She would have been astonished to have been told that she was helping the _ morale _ of an army . But she gave each night in that little house of mercy something that nothing else could give -- warmth and welcome , but above all a touch of home . That night Henri did not come back . She stood by her table bandaging , washing small wounds , talking her bits of French , until one o'clock . Then , the last dressing done , she went to the kitchen . Marie was there , with Maurice , the miller 's son . `` Has the captain returned ? ''