Eleven o'clock
I left to look for Jules ; could not find him , and returned to my hotel disgusted . I was sorry for my old guest , but vexed with him too ; what business had he to carry his Quixotism to such an unpleasant length ? I tried to read . Eleven o'clock struck ; the casino disgorged a stream of people ; the Place seemed fuller of life than ever ; then slowly it grew empty and quite dark . The whim seized me to go out . It was a still night , very warm , very black . On one of the seats a man and woman sat embraced , on another a girl was sobbing , on a third -- strange sight -- a priest dozed .