About eleven o’clock in the morning
And , besides , who knew , after all , if this Jacquemin were not the confidant of Menko ? Varhely would not have recognized in the Prince the generous Zilah of former times , full of pity , and ready to forgive an injury . Andras could not meet Jacquemin that day , unless he waited for him at the office of ` L'Actualite ' until the races were over , and he therefore postponed his intended interview until the next day . About eleven o'clock in the morning , after a sleepless night , he sought-the Rue Rochechouart , and the house Fremin had described to him . It was there : an old weather-beaten house , with a narrow entrance and a corridor , in the middle of which flowed a dirty , foul-smelling stream of water ; the room of the concierge looked like a black hole at the foot of the staircase , the balusters and walls of which were wet with moisture and streaked with dirt ; a house of poor working-people , many stories high , and built in the time when this quarter of Paris was almost a suburb . Andras hesitated at first to enter , thinking that he must be mistaken . He thought of little Jacquemin , dainty and neat as if he had just stepped out of a bandbox , and his disdainful remarks upon the races of Enghien , where the swells no longer went .