half past eleven
In what a state of mind did I set out this morning to face my examiners ! Downhearted , worn out by a night of misery , indifferent to all that might befall me , whether for good or for evil . I considered myself , and indeed I was , very wretched , but I never thought that I should return more wretched than I went . It was lovely weather when at half past eleven I started for the Law School with an annotated copy of my essay under my arm , thinking more of the regrets for the past and plans for the future with which I had wrestled all night , than of the ordeal I was about to undergo . I met in the Luxembourg the little girl whom I had kissed the week before . She stopped her hoop and stood in my way , staring with wideopen eyes and a coaxing , cunning look , which meant , `` I know you , I do ! '' I passed by without noticing .