eight o'clock
Buche , pale as ashes , did not say a word . The officer looked at our guns and knapsacks and cartridge-boxes behind the bed in the corner . `` You have deserted , '' said he . `` No , lieutenant , we left , the last ones , at eight o'clock , from Mont-St . - Jean . '' `` Go downstairs , we will see if that is true . '' We went downstairs .