midnight
he cried . Much they cared for the wife of the General ! Great big boots trampled on my train , sharp spurs tore my laces , and the bones of the corsets of Mme. General hurt me terribly . At midnight I returned to Mme. General 's den . I returned in rags , shreds , soiled , dishonored , and stained with wine , tobacco , and mud . A hateful little maid brutally tore me from the shoulders of Mme. General , and said to her mistress : `` Well , madame , was it beautiful ? '' `` No , Victoria , '' replied Mme. General , `` it was too mixed .