eleven
o’clock at night
Her lower limbs were becoming unwieldy which prohibited her taking long walks . On other occasions , but more rarely , the married couple went out of Paris , as far as Saint-Ouen or Asnieres , where they treated themselves to a dish of fried fish in one of the restaurants beside the river . These were regarded as days of great revelry which were spoken of a month beforehand . Therese engaged more willingly , almost with joy , in these excursions which kept her in the open air until ten or eleven o'clock at night . Saint-Ouen , with its green isles , reminded her of Vernon , and rekindled all the wild love she had felt for the Seine when a little girl . She seated herself on the gravel , dipped her hands in the water , feeling full of life in the burning heat of the sun , attenuated by the fresh puffs of breeze in the shade . While she tore and soiled her frock on the stones and clammy ground , Camille neatly spread out his pocket-handkerchief and sank down beside her with endless precautions .