eleven o’clock
All the evening , indeed , he idled , chatting with men and women he knew . _ Carmen _ was being given at the Opera opposite , but though he loved music he had no heart to go . The one thought obsessing him was of the handsome and fascinating woman who was such a mystery to all . At eleven o'clock he returned to the cafe and took a seat on the _ terrasse _ in a dark corner , in such a position that he could see anyone who entered or left the Casino . For half an hour he watched the people passing to and fro . At last , in a long jade-green coat , Mademoiselle emerged alone , and , crossing the gardens , made her way leisurely home on foot , as was her habit . Monte Carlo is not a large place , therefore there is little use for taxis .