nine
o’clock in the morning
Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes ; it is the life of another that we revere within us ; then and so it begins for us the cruelest trouble of all -- the misery with a hope in it , a hope for which we must even bear our torments . I thought I would go to Rastignac on the morrow to confide Foedora 's strange resolution to him , and with that I slept . ``` Ah , ha ! ' cried Rastignac , as he saw me enter his lodging at nine o'clock in the morning . ` I know what brings you here . Foedora has dismissed you . Some kind souls , who were jealous of your ascendency over the countess , gave out that you were going to be married .