About nine o'clock
Seven o'clock came , but no Coupeau . Her husband was drinking with his comrades probably . She had washed a cap and mended an old gown with the hope of being presentable . About nine o'clock , in a towering rage , she sallied forth on an empty stomach to find Coupeau . `` Are you looking for your husband ? '' said Mme Boche . `` He is at the Assommoir .