eleven o'clock
AT seven o'clock on the morning of that fine , bright , warm August Sunday , M. de Guersaint was already up and dressed in one of the two little rooms which he had fortunately been able to secure on the third floor of the Hotel of the Apparitions . He had gone to bed at eleven o'clock the night before and had awoke feeling quite fresh and gay . As soon as he was dressed he entered the adjoining room which Pierre occupied ; but the young priest , who had not returned to the hotel until past one in the morning , with his blood heated by insomnia , had been unable to doze off until daybreak and was now still slumbering . His cassock flung across a chair , his other garments scattered here and there , testified to his great weariness and agitation of mind . `` Come , come , you lazybones ! ''