ten minutes to eight
Madame exhibited a rounded shoulder . `` Bah with them all , Mignon , priests , cardinals , and journeys . '' And half an hour later , having demolished all madame had set before him , besides sharing the excellent chambertin , the Chevalier felt the man made whole again . The warmth of the wine turned the edge of his sterner thoughts ; and at ten minutes to eight he went forth , a brave and gallant man , handsome and gaily attired , his eyes glowing with anticipating love , blissfully unconscious of the extraordinary things which were to fall to his lot from this night onward . The distance from the Candlestick was too short for the need of a horse , so the Chevalier walked , lightly humming an old chanson of the reign of Louis XIII , among whose royal pastimes was that of shaving his courtiers : '' _ Alas , my poor barber , What is it makes you sad ? '' `` It is the grand king Louis , Thirteenth of that name . _ '' He swung into the Rue Dauphin and mounted the Pont Neuf , glancing idly below at the ferrymen whose torches threw on the black bosom of the Seine long wavering threads of phantom fire .