ten o’clock
She did not speak again , falling back into her former state of apathy . She did not sleep , however , her wide open eyes were fixed persistently on Pascal 's face . For hours she sat there , motionless , erect , rigid , as if her spirit were far away with the dead . At ten o'clock she heard a noise ; it was Martine bringing up the lamp . Toward eleven Felicite , who was sitting watching in an armchair , seemed to grow restless , got up and went out of the room , and came back again . From this forth there was a continual coming and going as of impatient footsteps prowling around the young woman , who was still awake , her large eyes fixed motionless on Pascal . Twelve o'clock struck , and one persistent thought alone pierced her weary brain , like a nail , and prevented sleep -- why had she obeyed him ?