eight o’clock
His Majesty is wonderfully fond of soup . He takes it at every meal . After luncheon he smokes , but never a cigar -- always cigarettes , gifts of the Sultan ; and he only drinks one liqueur , Maraschino . At half-past two he goes out again for a little air -- always in his park ; then he sets himself to work until eight o'clock . It is simply frightful work , with heaps of useless papers and numberless signatures . No secretary can spare him that ungrateful bureaucratic duty . He must sign , sign , sign , and read , read , read the reports .