nine o'clock
The trees of the park were lit up by brilliant Venetian lanterns ; little boats glided on the water of the lake carrying musicians whose notes echoed through the air . Under a marquee , placed midway in the large avenue , the country lads and lasses were dancing with spirit , while the old people , more calm , were seated under the large trees enjoying the ample fare provided . A tremendous uproar of gayety reechoed through the night , and the sound of the cornet attracted the people to the ball . It was nine o'clock . Carriages were fast arriving with guests for the mansion . In the centre of the handsome hall , illuminated with electric light , stood Madame Desvarennes in full dress , having put off black for one day , doing honor to the arrivals . Behind her stood Marechal and Savinien , like two aides-de-camp , ready , at a sign , to offer their arms to the ladies , to conduct them to the drawing-rooms .