one o'clock
I returned , took up the lantern , and carried it with me into the inner room . I held it above my head , and it enabled me to see the low pallet-bed in the corner . But Jean was not lying in the bed -- nay , it was clear that he had not lain on the bed all that night . Yet his bedtime was half-past eight or nine , and it was now hard on one o'clock . Jean was `` making a night of it , '' that seemed very clear . But what was the business or pleasure that engaged him ? I admit that I was extremely annoyed .