the hour of ten
What a night of tumult did I pass ! I was tossed from Emily to Eugenia , like a shuttlecock between two battledores . The latter never looked so lovely ; and to the natural loveliness of her person , was added a grace and a polish , which gave a lustre to her charms , which almost served Emily as I had served the footman . I never once closed my eyes during the night -- dressed early the next morning , walked about , looked at Château Trompette and the Roman ruins -- thought the hour of ten would never strike , and when it did , I struck the same moment at her door . The man who opened it to me was the same whom I had treated so ill the night before ; the moment he saw me , he put himself into an attitude at once of attack , defence , remonstrance , and revenge , all connected with the affair of the preceding evening . '' _ Ah , ah , vous voilà donc ! ce n'étoit pas bienfait , Monsieur _ . '' ''