about nine in the evening
I must seek for it -- surely I can find it again . '' Then Bussy , after having the bandage of his wound resettled by a valet , put on high boots , took his sword , wrapped himself in his cloak , and set off for the same place where he had been nearly murdered the night before , and nearly at the same hour . He went in a litter to the Rue Roi-de-Sicile , then got out , and told his servants to wait for him . It was about nine in the evening , the curfew had sounded , and Paris was deserted . Bussy arrived at the Bastile , then he sought for the place where his horse had fallen , and thought he had found it ; he next endeavored to repeat his movements of the night before , retreated to the wall , and examined every door to find the corner against which he had leaned , but all the doors seemed alike . `` Pardieu ! '' said he , `` if I were to knock at each of these doors question all the lodgers , spend a thousand crowns to make valets and old women speak , I might learn what I want to know .