midnight
After leaving the café , when they repaired to the Hôtel de Ville to learn the news , the boyish impulses which were natural to him had got the upper hand once more . He scaled the barricades like a chamois , and answered the sentinels with broad jokes of a patriotic flavour . They heard the Provisional Government proclaimed by torchlight . At last , Frederick got back to his house at midnight , overcome with fatigue . `` Well , '' said he to his man-servant , while the latter was undressing him , `` are you satisfied ? '' `` Yes , no doubt , Monsieur ; but I do n't like to see the people dancing to music . '' Next morning , when he awoke , Frederick thought of Deslauriers .