eight o'clock
At that point the little boy turned round , and , seeing his mother weeping , began to howl . Then , realizing that this sudden trouble was brought about by the stranger , he rushed at César , caught hold of his breeches with one hand , and with the other hit him with all his strength on the thigh . And César remained agitated , deeply affected , with this woman mourning for his father at one side of him , and the little boy defending his mother at the other . He felt their emotion taking possession of himself , and his eyes were beginning to brim over with the same sorrow ; so , to recover her self-command , he began to talk : `` Yes , '' he said , `` the accident occurred on Sunday , at eight o'clock -- . '' And he told , as if she were listening to him , all the facts without forgetting a single detail , mentioning the most trivial matters with the minuteness of a countryman . And the child still kept assailing him , making kicks at his ankles . When he came to the time at which his father had spoken about her , her attention was caught by hearing her own name , and , uncovering her face she said : `` Pardon me !