eleven o’clock
Thus all familiarity between the girl and the old Count was soon put a stop to . She understood the painter 's melancholy , and the thoughts hidden in the furrows on his brow , from the abrupt tone of the few words he spoke when the old man unceremoniously kissed Adelaide 's hands or throat . Mademoiselle Leseigneur , on her part , soon expected her lover to give a short account of all his actions ; she was so unhappy , so restless when Hippolyte did not come , she scolded him so effectually for his absence , that the painter had to give up seeing his other friends , and now went nowhere . Adelaide allowed the natural jealousy of women to be perceived when she heard that sometimes at eleven o'clock , on quitting the house , the painter still had visits to pay , and was to be seen in the most brilliant drawing-rooms of Paris . This mode of life , she assured him , was bad for his health ; then , with the intense conviction to which the accent , the emphasis and the look of one we love lend so much weight , she asserted that a man who was obliged to expend his time and the charms of his wit on several women at once could not be the object of any very warm affection . Thus the painter was led , as much by the tyranny of his passion as by the exactions of a girl in love , to live exclusively in the little apartment where everything attracted him . And never was there a purer or more ardent love .