nine o'clock
`` You are a fine fellow , '' he said ; `` you 've a heart of gold , and I must not deceive you . Listen ; you are fulfilling all the promises you made in the studios . When you find such things as that at the tip of your brush , my good Fougeres , you had better leave colors with Brullon , and not take the canvas of others . Go home early , put on your cotton night-cap , and be in bed by nine o'clock . The next morning early go to some government office , ask for a place , and give up art . '' `` My dear friend , '' said Fougeres , `` my picture is already condemned ; it is not a verdict that I want of you , but the cause of that verdict . '' `` Well -- you paint gray and sombre ; you see nature being a crape veil ; your drawing is heavy , pasty ; your composition is a medley of Greuze , who only redeemed his defects by the qualities which you lack . ''