nine o'clock
And that first night of exile , that he spent at a common inn , the Hotel de la Poste at Bouillon , what a night it was ! When the Emperor showed himself at his window in deference to the throng of French refugees and sight-seers that filled the place , he was greeted with a storm of hisses and hostile murmurs . The apartment assigned him , the three windows of which opened on the public square and on the Semoy , was the typical tawdry bedroom of the provincial inn with its conventional furnishings : the chairs covered with crimson damask , the mahogany _ armoire a glace _ , and on the mantel the imitation bronze clock , flanked by a pair of conch shells and vases of artificial flowers under glass covers . On either side of the door was a little single bed , to one of which the wearied aide-de-camp betook himself at nine o'clock and was immediately wrapped in soundest slumber . On the other the Emperor , to whom the god of sleep was less benignant , tossed almost the whole night through , and if he arose to try to quiet his excited nerves by walking , the sole distraction that his eyes encountered was a pair of engravings that were hung to right and left of the chimney , one depicting Rouget de Lisle singing the Marseillaise , the other a crude representation of the Last Judgment , the dead rising from their graves at the sound of the Archangel 's trump , the resurrection of the victims of the battlefield , about to appear before their God to bear witness against their rulers . The imperial baggage train , cause in its day of so much scandal , had been left behind at Sedan , where it rested in ignominious hiding behind the Sous-Prefet 's lilac bushes . It puzzled the authorities somewhat to devise means for ridding themselves of what was to them a _ bete noire _ , for getting it away from the city unseen by the famishing multitude , upon whom the sight of its flaunting splendor would have produced much the same effect that a red rag does on a maddened bull .