ten o’clock
He was about to go , in a bad humour with himself , and still more out of humour with her ; but it delighted her to see a sullenness that she could conjure away with a word , a glance , or a gesture . `` Will you come tomorrow evening ? '' she asked . `` I am going to a ball , but I shall stay at home for you until ten o'clock . '' Montriveau spent most of the next day in smoking an indeterminate quantity of cigars in his study window , and so got through the hours till he could dress and go to the Hotel de Langeais . To anyone who had known the magnificent worth of the man , it would have been grievous to see him grown so small , so distrustful of himself ; the mind that might have shed light over undiscovered worlds shrunk to the proportions of a she-coxcomb 's boudoir . Even he himself felt that he had fallen so low already in his happiness that to save his life he could not have told his love to one of his closest friends .