ten o’clock
How sweet it is to let oneself be persuaded by the voice that one loves ! Marguerite and I spent the whole day in talking over our projects for the future , as if we felt the need of realizing them as quickly as possible . At every moment we awaited some event , but the day passed without bringing us any new tidings . Next day I left at ten o'clock , and reached the hotel about twelve . My father had gone out . I went to my own rooms , hoping that he had perhaps gone there . No one had called .