ten o'clock
At length he slept , listening again in his mind to the air sung by Mademoiselle Berry , whom he finished by believing to be one and the same person as Bathilde . When he awoke , D'Harmental jumped from his bed and ran to the window . The day appeared already advanced ; the sun was shining brilliantly ; yet Bathilde 's window remain hermetically closed . The chevalier looked at his watch ; it was ten o'clock , and he began to dress . We have already confessed that he was not free from a certain almost feminine coquetry ; but this was the fault of the time , when everything was mannered -- even passion . At this time it was not a melancholy expression on which he reckoned . The joy of return had given to his face a charming expression of happiness , and it was evident that a glance from Bathilde would crown him king of the creation .