two in the morning
``` The battle is to-morrow , then , ' I replied with a smile , to keep up the appearance of indifference I had given to the scene . But as I went down the avenue I repeated the words : ``` The battle is to-morrow . ' `` Octave 's anxiety was equal to Honorine 's . The Count and I remained together till two in the morning , walking to and fro by the trenches of the Bastille , like two generals who , on the eve of a battle , calculate all the chances , examine the ground , and perceive that the victory must depend on an opportunity to be seized half-way through the fight . These two divided beings would each lie awake , one in the hope , the other in agonizing dread of reunion . The real dramas of life are not in circumstances , but in feelings ; they are played in the heart , or , if you please , in that vast realm which we ought to call the Spiritual World . Octave and Honorine moved and lived altogether in the world of lofty spirits .