eleven o'clock
Ah ! to have one 's feet on the polished bar which connects the two griffins of a fender , and to think of our love in our dressing-gown is so delightful a thing that I deeply regret the fact of having neither mistress , nor fender , nor dressing-gown . The first letter which Eugene wrote was soon finished ; he folded and sealed it , and laid it before him without adding the address . The second letter , begun at eleven o'clock , was not finished till mid-day . The four pages were closely filled . `` That woman keeps running in my head , '' he muttered , as he folded this second epistle and laid it before him , intending to direct it as soon as he had ended his involuntary revery . He crossed the two flaps of his flowered dressing-gown , put his feet on a stool , slipped his hands into the pockets of his red cashmere trousers , and lay back in a delightful easy-chair with side wings , the seat and back of which described an angle of one hundred and twenty degrees .