nine
in the morning
-- I saw the iron enter into his soul ! -- I burst into tears . -- I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn . -- I started up from my chair , and calling La Fleur : I bid him bespeak me a remise , and have it ready at the door of the hotel by nine in the morning . I 'll go directly , said I , myself to Monsieur le Duc de Choiseul . La Fleur would have put me to bed ; but -- not willing he should see anything upon my cheek which would cost the honest fellow a heart-ache , -- I told him I would go to bed by myself , -- and bid him go do the same . THE STARLING .