eleven o'clock
Bijou was the first little male he had ever been jealous of . It was not at all proper , he thought , that an animal should go poking its nose under the bedclothes like that ! After this Nana would proceed to her dressing room , where she took a bath . Toward eleven o'clock Francois would come and do up her hair before beginning the elaborate manipulations of the afternoon . At breakfast , as she hated feeding alone , she nearly always had Mme Maloir at table with her . This lady would arrive from unknown regions in the morning , wearing her extravagantly quaint hats , and would return at night to that mysterious existence of hers , about which no one ever troubled . But the hardest to bear were the two or three hours between lunch and the toilet .