ten o’clock
Herzog uttered his tirade with all the charm of which he was capable ; he looked to the right and to the left to notice the effect . He saw nothing but constrained faces . It seemed as if they were expecting some one or something . Time was passing ; ten o'clock had just struck . From the little boudoir sounds of music were occasionally heard , when Micheline 's nervous hand struck a louder chord on her piano . She was there , anxiously awaiting some one or something . Jeanne de Cernay , stretched in an easy-chair , her head leaning on her hand , was dreaming .