ten o'clock at night
I asked . Mr. Beldheimer 's son answered : `` Alicia Warlock . '' I had but one idea when I heard that reply -- to get back to my house without a moment 's needless delay . It was then ten o'clock at night -- the last train to Metz had left long since . I arranged with my young friend -- after duly informing him of the circumstances -- that I should go by the first train in the morning , instead of staying to breakfast with the other guests who slept in the house . At intervals during the night I wondered uneasily how things were going on at Maison Rouge . Again and again the same question occurred to me , on my journey home in the early morning -- the morning of the first of March .