eleven o'clock
Her son Ollivier , whom she was wont to speak of with pride , was a pupil at the Ecole de Marine . Then ensued a conversation about the young people , during which all the ladies waxed very tender . Nana described her own great happiness . Her baby , the little Louis , she said , was now at the house of her aunt , who brought him round to her every morning at eleven o'clock , when she would take him into her bed , where he played with her griffon dog Lulu . It was enough to make one die of laughing to see them both burying themselves under the clothes at the bottom of the bed . The company had no idea how cunning Louiset had already become . `` Oh , yesterday I did just pass a day ! ''