About ten o'clock
She was Madame Vernet , it was true , but what relation they were to each other Pierrette never informed me . At half-past six , after I had taken her along the Galerie to look at the shops , and through the Casino gardens to see the pigeon-shooting , I ran her back to Beaulieu on the car , promising to return for her in the morning at eleven . Madame seemed a strange chaperon , for she never signified her intention of coming also . About ten o'clock that night , when in dinner-jacket and black tie I re-entered the Rooms again , I encountered Regnier . He was on his way out , and I followed him . In the shadow of the trees in the Place I overtook him and spoke . `` Hulloa , Ewart ! ''