ten o’clock
I am to have it to-morrow . How are they made , monsieur ? '' Godefroid , at a sign from the old man , explained an accordion at length , while sipping the tea which Auguste brought him and which was in truth , exquisite . About half-past ten o'clock he retired , weary of beholding the desperate struggle of the son and father , admiring their heroism , and the daily , hourly patience with which they played their double parts , each equally exhausting . `` Well , '' said Monsieur Bernard , who followed him home , `` you now see , monsieur , the life I live . I am like a thief , on the watch all the time . A word , a gesture might kill my daughter ; a mere gewgaw less than she is accustomed to seeing about her would reveal all to that mind that can penetrate everything . ''