ten o'clock
Who was the elderly man with stooping shoulders and small keen eyes , who sat on the other side of the fire , and had been engaged in persuading Paul that he too was a fisherman , that he too loved beautiful scenery , that he too travelled for pleasure , and , finally , that his true , rightful , and only name was Monsieur Guillaume ? To which Paul had responded in kind , save that he had not volunteered his name . And now each was wondering what the other wanted , and each was wishing very much that the other would seek his bed , so that the inn might be sunk in quiet and a gentleman be at liberty to go about his private business unobserved . The landlord came in , bringing a couple of candles , and remarking that it was hard on ten o'clock ; but let not the gentlemen hurry themselves . The guests sat a little while longer , exchanged a remark or two on the prospects of the weather , and then , each despairing of outstaying the other , went their respective ways to bed . Almost at the same moment , up at the Castle , Dieppe was saying to his host , `` Good night , my friend , good night . I 'm not for bed yet .