ten at night
His Aminta 's drawing-room , her boudoir , her bed-chamber , were submissive in showing bed , knickknacks , furniture . They told the tale of a corpse . He washed and dressed , and went out to his club to dine , hating the faces of the servants of the house , just able to bear with the attentions of his valet . Thunder was rattling at ten at night . The house was again the tomb . She had high courage , that girl . She might be in a bed , with her window - blind up , calmly waiting for the flashes : lightning excited her .