five o'clock in the morning
My own emotions were quite indescribable . Late at night I returned to my own house , and found my guests all gone . I employed myself in writing farewell letters to the manager and company of the theatre , and in making the necessary arrangements for sending back my adopted orphan to his friends , with twenty pistoles . Finally , I directed the servants to say , if anybody enquired after me the next day , that I had gone out of town for some time ; and after that , at five o'clock in the morning , I left my home in Paris never to return to it again . By this time I had thoroughly recovered my tranquillity . I was as easy in my mind at leaving my house as I am now when I quit my cell to sing in the choir . Such already was the happy result of my perpetual masses , my general confession , and my three hours ' interview with the vicar of Saint Sulpice .