nearly three o'clock
`` M. Dantès is right ! '' cried Flocon . `` To-morrow night when we meet we shall all admit it ! '' It was now nearly three o'clock , and the Republicans repaired to their homes for a few hours ' sleep before the exciting scenes anticipated for the morrow . As Louis Blanc and M. Albert passed up the Rue Lepelletier , and came opposite the Hôtel of the Minister of Foreign Affairs , which , but a few hours before , had been the scene of so much confusion and bloodshed , they paused and looked around . The pavement was still dark and wet with the gore of the slaughtered citizens , but the whole street was deserted and silent . Here and there a solitary light might be detected in the attic windows of the immense hôtel ; but no other sign of life or human occupation was to be perceived .