ten o'clock
At six o'clock , when Jean had not come , Henri resorted to ways that he knew of and secured a car . He had had some coffee by that time , and he felt much better -- so well indeed that he sang under his breath a strange rambling song that sounded rather like René 's rendering of Tipperary . The driver looked at him curiously every now and then . It was ten o'clock when they reached La Panne . Henri went at once to the villa set high on a sand dune where the King 's secretary lived . The house was dark , but in the library at the rear there was a light . He stumbled along the paths beside the house , and reached at last , after interminable miles , when the path sometimes came up almost to his eyes and again fell away so that it seemed to drop from under his feet -- at last he reached the long French doors , with their drawn curtains .