nine o'clock
But he waved his hand with a flourish , and crying , `` A bonny arntarndure , '' or something of that kind , he disappeared into his hotel and left me to think what I liked . And a lot I did think as I drove back to Nice , I do assure you -- for a rummier game I had never been engaged in , and that 's the truth , upon my word and honour . It was daylight when I reached the garage , and out of the question , of course , to think of seeing Madame . Speaking for myself , I was too dog-tired to ask if she wanted me or not ; and going up to my bedroom , I must have slept till nine o'clock without lifting an eyelid . At that hour the boots waked me in a deuce of a stew , telling me that Madame must see me without a moment 's loss of time . I dressed anyhow and went down to her . Poor little woman , what a state she was in !