eleven in the
evening
`` Has n't she any lovers ? '' I asked . `` I never see anyone remain after I leave ; I do n't say no one ever comes when I am gone . Often in the evening I meet there a certain Comte de N. , who thinks he is making some headway by calling on her at eleven in the evening , and by sending her jewels to any extent ; but she ca n't stand him . She makes a mistake ; he is very rich . It is in vain that I say to her from time to time , ` My dear child , there 's the man for you . ' She , who generally listens to me , turns her back and replies that he is too stupid .