six o'clock
Jeanne stepped with airy grace among the groups of strollers , and the murmurs which followed her path , though often envious , sounded none the less sweetly in my ears for that . I hoped to meet Mademoiselle Lorinet . After we had seen the gardens , we had to visit the Place Seraucourt , the Cours Chanzy , the cathedral , Saint-Pierrele-Guillard , and the house of Jacques-Coeur . It was six o'clock by the time we got back to the Hotel de France . A letter was waiting for us in the small and badly furnished entrance -- hall . It was addressed to Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot . I recognized at once the ornate hand of M. Mouillard , and grew as white as the envelope .