about five o’clock
He had hoped in striking Dorsenne to execute at least one traitor whom he considered as having trifled with the most sacred of confidences . He had simply succeeded in giving that false friend occasion to humiliate him bitterly , leaving out of the question that he had rendered it impossible to fight again for many days . None of the persons who had wronged him would be punished for some time , neither his coarse and cowardly rival , nor his perfidious mistress , nor monstrous Lydia Maitland , whose infamy he had just discovered . They were all happy and triumphant , on that lovely , radiant May day , while he tossed on a bed of pain , and it was proven too clearly to him that very afternoon by his two seconds , the only visitors whom he had not denied admission , and who came to see him about five o'clock . They came from the races of Tor di Quinto , which had taken place that day . `` All is well , '' began Cibo , `` I will guarantee that no one has talked ... . I have told you before , I am sure of my innkeeper , and we have paid the witnesses and the coachman . ''