about nine o’clock
There was peach blossom in her hair , and she had the loveliest bouquet of flowers -- real flowers , that scented the air -- but there ! it is no use trying to describe a woman glowing with the dance . You ought to have seen her ! Well , and this morning I met this divine countess about nine o'clock , on foot in the Rue de Gres . Oh ! how my heart beat ! I began to think -- '' `` That she was coming here , '' said Vautrin , with a keen look at the student .