seven o’clock
I went to bed , but something feverish and fiery had got into my veins which prevented me from sleeping much that night . NEXT morning I rose with the dawn , and having dressed myself and stood half-an-hour , my elbow leaning on the chest of drawers , considering what means I should adopt to restore my spirits , fagged with sleeplessness , to their ordinary tone -- for I had no intention of getting up a scene with M. Pelet , reproaching him with perfidy , sending him a challenge , or performing other gambadoes of the sort -- I hit at last on the expedient of walking out in the cool of the morning to a neighbouring establishment of baths , and treating myself to a bracing plunge . The remedy produced the desired effect . I came back at seven o'clock steadied and invigorated , and was able to greet M. Pelet , when he entered to breakfast , with an unchanged and tranquil countenance ; even a cordial offering of the hand and the flattering appellation of `` mon fils , '' pronounced in that caressing tone with which Monsieur had , of late days especially , been accustomed to address me , did not elicit any external sign of the feeling which , though subdued , still glowed at my heart . Not that I nursed vengeance -- no ; but the sense of insult and treachery lived in me like a kindling , though as yet smothered coal . God knows I am not by nature vindictive ; I would not hurt a man because I can no longer trust or like him ; but neither my reason nor feelings are of the vacillating order -- they are not of that sand-like sort where impressions , if soon made , are as soon effaced . Once convinced that my friend 's disposition is incompatible with my own , once assured that he is indelibly stained with certain defects obnoxious to my principles , and I dissolve the connection .