one o'clock in the morning
`` I do n't know how to ask you to forgive me , Mr. Asticot , for keeping you out of your bed at this time of night , '' said Joanna . `` But I am very friendless here in Paris . '' We went along the Boul ' Mich ' by the quais to the Pont de la Concorde , crossed the vast and now silent expanse of the Place de la Concorde and , going by the Rue Royale and the long dull Boulevard Malesherbes and the Boulevard Haussmann , entered the Avenue de Messine . It is a long drive under the most cheerful circumstances ; but at one o'clock in the morning in the company of the dearest thing in the world to me half drunk , and the dear lady whom he worshipped horrified and disgusted at the thought thereof , it seemed interminable . At last we arrived at No. 7 . At my ring the door swung open drawn by the concierge within . I helped Paragot out of the carriage .