about ten o’clock
These two things were confounded in her memory . From time to time she said : `` Where is my portrait ? Give me my portrait . '' It was about ten o'clock when M. Langis called on Samuel Brohl , who was not astonished to see him appear ; he had hoped he would come . Samuel had regained self-possession . He was calm and dignified . However , the tempest through which he had gone had left on his features some vestige of its passage .