About midnight
Evidently I could get in , since I had the key , but , fearing foolish scandal , I went away . Only I did not return home ; I could not leave the street , and I never took my eyes off Marguerite 's house . It seemed to me that there was still something to be found out , or at least that my suspicions were about to be confirmed . About midnight a carriage that I knew well stopped before No. 9 . The Comte de G. got down and entered the house , after sending away the carriage . For a moment I hoped that the same answer would be given to him as to me , and that I should see him come out ; but at four o'clock in the morning I was still awaiting him . I have suffered deeply during these last three weeks , but that is nothing , I think , in comparison with what I suffered that night .