nine o'clock in the morning
On the twenty-fifth of April , seventeen hundred and twenty-two -LRB- writes Mademoiselle Gautier -RRB- , while I was still leading a life of pleasure -- according to the pernicious ideas of pleasure which pass current in the world -- I happen to awake , contrary to my usual custom , between eight and nine o'clock in the morning . I remember that it is my birthday ; I ring for my people ; and my maid answers the bell , alarmed by the idea that I am ill . I tell her to dress me that I may go to mass . I go to the Church of the Cordeliers , followed by my footman , and taking with me a little orphan whom I had adopted .