midnight
''' `` You have too much memory , and too little gratitude , '' replied the minister , annoyed at having one of his secrets divulged in my presence . `` Possibly , '' said Beaumarchais , cut to the quick ; `` but I have millions that can balance many a score . '' Calonne pretended not to hear . It was long past midnight when the play ceased . Supper was announced . There were ten of us at table : Bodard and his wife , Calonne , Beaumarchais , the two strange men , two pretty women , whose names I will not give here , a _ fermier-general _ , Lavoisier , and myself . Out of thirty guests who were in the salon when I entered it , only these ten remained .