ten
o’clock in the morning
Back went Schmucke , radiant and rubbing his hands ; but his expression slowly changed to a look of bewildered astonishment as he heard Pons ' story of the troubles that had but just now overwhelmed him in a moment . He tried to comfort Pons by giving him a sketch of the world from his own point of view . Paris , in his opinion , was a perpetual hurly-burly , the men and women in it were whirled away by a tempestuous waltz ; it was no use expecting anything of the world , which only looked at the outsides of things , `` und not at der inderior . '' For the hundredth time he related how that the only three pupils for whom he had really cared , for whom he was ready to die , the three who had been fond of him , and even allowed him a little pension of nine hundred francs , each contributing three hundred to the amount -- his favorite pupils had quite forgotten to come to see him ; and so swift was the current of Parisian life which swept them away , that if he called at their houses , he had not succeeded in seeing them once in three years -- -LRB- it is a fact , however , that Schmucke had always thought fit to call on these great ladies at ten o'clock in the morning ! -RRB- -- still , his pension was paid quarterly through the medium of solicitors . `` Und yet , dey are hearts of gold , '' he concluded . `` Dey are my liddle Saint Cecilias , sharming vimmen , Montame de Bordentuere , Montame de Fantenesse , und Montame du Dilet .