one in the morning
A few minutes afterward I saw Marguerite from the street at a window of one of the large rooms of the restaurant , pulling the camellias of her bouquet to pieces , one by one . One of the two men was leaning over her shoulder and whispering in her ear . I took up my position at the Maison-d'or , in one of the first-floor rooms , and did not lose sight of the window for an instant . At one in the morning Marguerite got into her carriage with her three friends . I took a cab and followed them . The carriage stopped at No. 9 , Rue d'Antin . Marguerite got out and went in alone .