ten o’clock in the morning
`` Who is present that has read it ? '' Nobody answered . Several had tried to buy it , but in Paris scandal sells like bread . At ten o'clock in the morning there was not a single copy of the _ Messenger _ left in the office . Then it occurred to one of my nieces -- a sharp girl , if ever there was one -- to look in the pocket of one of the numerous overcoats in the cloak-room , folded carefully in large pigeon-holes . At the first which she examined : `` Here it is ! '' exclaimed the charming child with an air of triumph , as she drew out a _ Messenger _ crumpled in the folding like a paper that has just been read .