seven in the morning
Bonaparte listened gravely and dreamily . Twenty-four hours only separated him from the solemn day for which he had been scheming for a month , and of which he had dreamed for years . Let us do now what he would so gladly have done , and spring over those twenty-four hours intervening to the day which history has not yet judged , and see what happened in various parts of Paris , where the events we are about to relate produced an overwhelming sensation . At seven in the morning , Fouché , minister of police , entered the bedroom of Gohier , president of the Directory . `` Oh , ho ! '' said Gohier , when he saw him . `` What has happened now , monsieur le ministre , to give me the pleasure of seeing you so early ? ''