about nine o’clock
But my word , the luxury on the Place Vendome ! A felt carpet on the floor , the bed hidden away in an alcove , Algerian curtains with red stripes , an ornamental clock in green marble on the chimneypiece , the whole lighted by lamps of which the flames can be regulated at will . Our oldest member , M. Chalmette , is not better lodged at Dijon . I arrived about nine o'clock with Monpavon 's old Francis , and I must confess that my entry made a sensation , preceded as I was by my academical past , my reputation for politeness , and great knowledge of the world . My fine presence did the rest , for it must be said that I know how to go into a room . M. Noel , in a dress-coat , very dark skinned and with mutton-chop whiskers , came forward to meet us . `` You are welcome , M. Passajon , '' said he , and taking my cap with silver galloons which , according to the fashion , I had kept in my right hand while making my entry , he gave it to a gigantic negro in red and gold livery .