nine o'clock
For now Pierre could have his pick of them all . Jeanne Angelot sat in the doorway in the moonlight silvering the street . There were so many nooks and places in shadow that everything had a weird , fantastic look . The small garrison were quiet , and many of them asleep by nine o'clock . Early hours was the rule except in what were called the great houses . But in this out of the way nook few pedestrians ever passed in the evening . `` Child , are you not coming to bed ?