eleven o’clock
At last the game was over . The gentleman pulled out his purse , and , throwing two louis d'or on the table , not without temper -- `` Forty francs , '' he exclaimed , `` the exact sum . -- Deuce take it ! It is eleven o'clock . '' `` It is eleven o'clock , '' repeated the silent figure , looking at the painter . The young man , hearing these words rather more distinctly than all the others , thought it time to retire . Coming back to the world of ordinary ideas , he found a few commonplace remarks to make , took leave of the Baroness , her daughter , and the two strangers , and went away , wholly possessed by the first raptures of true love , without attempting to analyze the little incidents of the evening .