nearly one
o'clock
Now the marvelous song of the murmuring forests was to be heard , and over the fields like waves there passed the intoxicating scents of life , breaking through the crust of the earth and issuing from the grave . He went home with his head buzzing with light and music , and his mother gave him a letter which had been brought from the Palace while he was away . The letter was in an impersonal form , and told Herr Krafft that he was to go to the Palace that morning . The morning was past , it was nearly one o'clock . Christophe was not put about . `` It is too late now , '' he said . `` It will do to-morrow . ''