About one o'clock
At half-past twelve , he delivered a eulogy on the illustrious John Meiser , his friend and benefactor . When he learned that John Meiser had died in that house , he poured forth a torrent of tears . At quarter to one , he assumed a confidential tone , and spoke of his son , whom he was going to make happy , and of the betrothed who was waiting for him . About one o'clock , he tasted a celebrated port wine which Frau Meiser had herself gone to bring from the cellar . About half-past one , his tongue thickened and his eyes grew dim ; he struggled some time against drunkenness and sleepiness , announced that he was going to describe the Russian campaign , muttered the name of the Emperor , and slid under the table . `` You may believe me , if you will , '' said Frau Meiser to her husband , `` this is not a man who has come into our house ; it 's the devil ! '' `` The devil ! ''