six o'clock in the morning
said the Marchese under his breath , and with difficulty ; for his blood seemed suddenly to rush back cold to his heart , and he was shivering all over . `` Niente meno ! I heard them arrange it all . He is to slip away from the ball presently , in order to make all needful preparations , and to be at her door with a bagarino at six o'clock in the morning . Doing the thing nicely , is n't it ? '' For a minute or two the Marchese was utterly unable to answer him a word . His head swam round .