ten o'clock
It 's worth an hundred or more , eh ? '' The venerable man smiles , shakes his head as if heedless of the admonition , and again covers his face with his domino . The accommodation man , calling him by his judicial title , says he will yet repent the refusal ! It is ten o'clock . The gentleman slightly colored , who represents a fussy beadle , makes a flourish with his great staff . The doors of the dancing hall are thrown open . Like the rushing of the gulf stream there floods in a motley procession of painted females and masked men-the former in dresses as varied in hue as the fires of remorse burning out their unuttered thoughts .