two o'clock
We had a long chat on the window-seat with the Marshal Leboeuf . The only topic during that interesting conversation was the execution of Troppmann . It was the great event of the week . At two o'clock we left -- the baroness , I , and the baron . For there was a husband , who for the time being was crowded in the corner of the carriage , and hidden under the mass of my skirts and of my train , which was thrown back on him all in a heap . `` Confess , Edward , '' said the little baroness -- confess that I was pretty to-night . '' `` Very . ''