eight o’clock
I give it you , as Madame de Sévigné says , in a hundred , thousand , ten thousand . No other than General Hedouville , a worthy man , but I have only to look him in the face to make him lower his eyes . My glance must have been blasting ! As the result , Barras came to my bedside at eight o'clock , to excuse himself as best he could for the nonsense he talked the night before , and admitted that I alone could save the Republic , and placed himself at my disposal , to do what I wished , assume any rôle I might assign him , begging me to promise that if I had any plan in my head I would count on him -- yes , on him ; and he would be true to the crack of doom . '' `` And yet , '' said Talleyrand , unable to resist a play upon words , `` doom is not a word with which to conjure liberty . '' Bonaparte glanced at the ex-bishop . `` Yes , I know that Barras is your friend , the friend of Fouché and Réal ; but he is not mine , and I shall prove it to him .