eleven o’clock
Charles lost his head with anxiety , and little Berthe would not go to bed without her mamma , and sobbed enough to break her heart . Justin had gone out searching the road at random . Monsieur Homais even had left his pharmacy . At last , at eleven o'clock , able to bear it no longer , Charles harnessed his chaise , jumped in , whipped up his horse , and reached the `` Croix-Rouge '' about two o'clock in the morning . No one there ! He thought that the clerk had perhaps seen her ; but where did he live ? Happily , Charles remembered his employer 's address , and rushed off there .