Then she waited for the night.
Night comes late in June.

Amelie stood motionless, mute, leaning against the chimney-piece, and looking through the open window at the village of Ceyzeriat, which was slowly disappearing in the gathering shades of night.

When she could no longer distinguish anything but the lights which were being lighted one by one, she said: "Come, it is time to go." The two young girls went out.

Michel paid no attention to Amelie, supposing her to be some friend of Charlotte's, who had called to see her and whom the jailer's daughter was now escorting home.
Ten o'clock was striking as they passed the church of Brou.

It was quarter past when Charlotte knocked at the prison door.