ten o'clock
patience , patience , my young friend . You are in a great hurry to be a grandee of Spain . '' `` No , my dear abbe , but I am in a hurry to give up living in an attic where I lack everything , and where I am obliged to dress myself alone , as you see . Do you think it is nothing to go to bed at ten o'clock , and dress in the morning without a valet ? '' `` Yes , but you have music , '' replied the abbe . `` Ah ! indeed ! ''