six o'clock
As to Marie Delhasse , I had had enough -LRB- so I declared in the hasty disgust my temper engendered -RRB- of Quixotic endeavors to rescue people who , had they any moral resolution , could well rescue themselves . There was only one thing left which I might with dignity undertake -- and that was to put as many miles as I could between the scene of my unappreciated labors and myself . This I determined to do the very next day , after handing back this abominable necklace with as little obvious appearance of absurdity as the action would permit . It was six o'clock when I reached the hotel and walked straight up to my room in sulky isolation , looking neither to right nor left , and exchanging a word with nobody . I tossed the red box down on the table , and flung myself into an armchair . I had half a mind to send the box down to Marie Delhasse by the waiter -- with my compliments ; but my ill-humor did not carry me so far as thus to risk betraying her to her mother , and I perceived that I must have one more interview with her -- and the sooner the better . I rang the bell , meaning to see if I could elicit from the waiter any information as to the state of affairs on the first floor and the prospect of finding Marie alone for ten minutes .