nine o’clock
M. Moriaz was enchanted to find himself once more in company with his dear Camille ; but he kept asking himself , mournfully , `` Why is not he to be my son-in-law ? '' Antoinette had several attacks of abstraction ; she did not , however , omit the least friendly attention to Camille . Love had become master of this generous soul ; it might cause it to commit many imprudences , but it was not in its power to cause it to commit an injustice . At nine o'clock M. Langis mounted his horse and took his departure . Meanwhile , Mlle. Moriaz , her arm resting on the ledge of her window , was meditating on the strange conduct of Count Larinski as she gazed on the stars ; the sky was without clouds , unless a little black speck above Mount-Valerien might be so called . Mlle. Moriaz 's heart swelled with emotion , and she felt implicit confidence that all would be arranged the next day . What is one black spot in the immensity of a starry sky ?