ten o’clock
`` Ha , '' cried Monsieur Vigo , hospitably , `` I shall be enchant . We will talk philosophe , Beaumarchais , Voltaire , Rousseau . '' For Monsieur Vigo was a great reader , and we had often indulged in conversation which -LRB- we flattered ourselves -RRB- had a literary turn . I spent the remaining hours arranging with a young lawyer of my acquaintance to look after my business , and at ten o'clock I was aboard the keel boat with my small baggage . At eleven , Monsieur Vigo and I were talking `` philosophe '' over a wonderful breakfast under the awning , as we dropped down between the forest-lined shores of the Ohio . My host travelled in luxury , and we ate the Creole dishes , which his cook prepared , with silver forks which he kept in a great chest in the cabin . You who read this may feel something of my impatience to get to New Orleans , and hence I shall not give a long account of the journey .