About twelve o'clock
Play me something from Verdi -- '' And he began to hum in his bass voice , slightly out of tune , snatches from the air : `` Parigi o cara , noi lasceremo . '' We passed a charming evening together , what with conversation , music , and cards . He won three francs of me at piquet , with a ridiculous display of triumph . About twelve o'clock I took him to his bedroom . When he was ready to get into bed , he exclaimed : '' _ Té ! _ I have some securities here which I had forgotten ! '' And taking a penknife , he proceeded to cut the stitches of his coat lining , from which he drew out some papers .