eleven
o’clock
But there is no court now , Monsieur le Baron , and one must live . You shall have your carriage . '' With which Cadenette sighed again , slipped Morgan 's crown in his pocket , made the reverential bow of wig-makers and dancing-masters , and left the young man to complete his toilet . The head being now dressed , the rest was soon done ; the cravat alone took time , owing to the many failures that occurred ; but Morgan concluded the difficult task with an experienced hand , and as eleven o'clock was striking he was ready to start . Cadenette had not forgotten his errand ; a hackney-coach was at the door . Morgan jumped into it , calling out : `` Rue du Bac , No. 60 . '' The coach turned into the Rue de Grenelle , went up the Rue du Bac , and stopped at No. 60 .