nine
o'clock
What passed after I left , none will ever know . My aunt , with her exquisite tact , has only related to me the original and amusing side of the matter , laughing at her unfortunate discovery in the lofty manner of a noble lady who is smoothing over a family trouble . Apart from her very genuine affection for my uncle , she entertains also a certain esteem for him , which she could never depart from before his nephew . As for myself , I remained still in ignorance of everything until nine o'clock , when the Pasha joined me again at the club , where he had particularly asked me to wait for him . At the first glance I guessed that there had been a row . Without saying a word , he led me into a little detached room : there he fell into an arm-chair , and shook his head in silence , as he looked at me . `` Good gracious !