about nine o'clock
At this chilly morning hour , when the room still seemed asleep , she felt that she idolized him , loved him with a transport which pervaded her whole being . Never had she experienced such an anxiety to be diplomatic . Her first thought was that she must go to see Juliette that very morning , and thus obviate the need of any tedious explanations or inquiries which might result in ruining everything . On calling upon Madame Deberle at about nine o'clock she found her already up , with pallid cheeks and red eyes like the heroine of a tragedy . As soon as the poor woman caught sight of her , she threw herself sobbing upon her neck exclaiming that she was her good angel . She did n't love Malignon , not in the least , she swore it ! Gracious heavens !