ten o'clock
For once in his poor little life he shall have abundance of food and the joy of a warm nest to lie in . Ah , it is a great day for Napoleon ! '' Needless to say , Mr. and Mrs. Bingle stepped into a new and hitherto unsuspected world the instant they entered Pierre 's . They stepped out of it at ten o'clock that night and into a very commonplace , humdrum sort of automobile and were whisked homeward by an astonished , unbelieving chauffeur . They had drunk the health of Napoleon the present , Napoleon the past , and Napoleon the future , and they had done it from cobwebby , mouldy bottles out of the uttermost depths of Pierre 's cellars . They were pleasantly , agreeably conscious of going home , and they talked a great deal of the vivacious , though heartbroken mother of little Napoleon , who , despite her shabby frock , was the life of the party . And Monsieur Jean -- he , the great artist and stricken father -- he too was gay and amusing .