six o’clock
`` Ah , my dear ! and you , my poor girl , '' he said , `` you are doing this for my happiness , are you not ? But , alas , how unhappy we are going to be ! '' On the following morning Clotilde was awake at six o'clock . She had gone to bed angry with Pascal ; they were at variance with each other . And her first feeling was one of uneasiness , of secret distress , an instant need of making her peace , so that she might no longer have upon her heart the heavy weight that lay there now . Springing quickly out of bed , she went and half opened the shutters of both windows .