nine o'clock
The reality of to-day defeats the anticipations of yesterday . We hope one moment and despair the next -- now dejected , now elated . We alternate between death and blissful life . The other morning at nine o'clock we stopped at the stage-office at Sens for ten minutes . I went into the hotel and questioned everybody , and found they had seen many young ladies of the age , figure and beauty of Mlle. de Chateaudun . Happy people they must be ! However , I only asked all these questions to amuse myself during the ten minutes ' relay .