ten o’clock
Chieco came in , whistling , and beating one hand against the other in his own peculiar fashion , Selva slipped out through the door . Jeanne ran after him into the dark corridor . She seized one of his hands and pressed a wild kiss upon it . * * * * * A few hours later , towards ten o'clock , Jeanne was reading the Figaro to Carlino , who was -- buried in an easy-chair , his legs enveloped in a rug , a large cup of milk , which he was holding with both hands , resting upon his knee . Jeanne read so badly , was so heedless of commas and of full-stops , that her brother was continually interrupting her , and was growing impatient . She had been reading about five minutes when her maid entered and announced that Signorina Noemi was there . Jeanne threw the paper aside , and was out of the room in a flash .