one in the morning
He had set fire to his stable in a fit of aberration , but when it had begun to grow too warm it must have sobered him . A man so besotted about the women and so utterly worn out could not possibly die so pluckily . Nana listened in her disillusionment and could only remark : `` Oh , the poor wretch , it was so beautiful ! '' Toward one in the morning , in the great bed of the Venice point draperies , Nana and the count lay still awake . He had returned to her that evening after a three days sulking fit . The room , which was dimly illumined by a lamp , seemed to slumber amid a warm , damp odor of love , while the furniture , with its white lacquer and silver incrustations , loomed vague and wan through the gloom . A curtain had been drawn to , so that the bed lay flooded with shadow .