nine o'clock
He made lights and dressed with care . He felt like a little girl making ready for a party , it was so long -- or seemed so long ; -- since he had put on evening clothes . Then he went out , leaving at the loge of the concierge a note for Hartley , to say where he might be found . He went to Lavenue 's and dined in solitary pomp , for it was after nine o'clock . Again it seemed to him that it was months since he had done the like -- sat down to a real table for a real dinner . At ten he got into a fiacre and drove to the rue de l'Université . The man who admitted him said that Mademoiselle was alone in the drawing-room , and he went there at once .