eleven o'clock
To think that not all the glory of a great cause , all the pride of successful ambition , striving for rewards the very highest , -- all that I possess of power and influence , -- all , all should give way to the grief for a half-forgotten , unreturned love ! How poor a thing the heart is , when we fancy its desires to be noblest and highest ! '' This burst of passionate grief over , he slowly returned to the carriage and pursued his way to Florence ; and , entering the city , he drove for the house of Racca Morlache . The Jew was not at home , but was to return by eleven o'clock , at which hour he had ordered supper for a guest and himself . D'Esmonde lay down on a sofa , and fell asleep . Wearied as he was , his watchfulness soon detected the approach of footsteps ; and , as he listened , he heard the voice of a stranger in colloquy with the servant . The door opened at the same time , and Lord Norwood entered .