eight o’clock, evening
The whole world is too happy when it can please you , and your husband alone is very , very unhappy . `` BONAPARTE . '' But this cry of anguish from this crushed heart did not reach Josephine ; and the courier , who next day came to Milan from Genoa , brought from Josephine only a letter with numerous commissions for Berthier . Bonaparte 's anger and sorrow knew no bounds , and he at once writes to her with all the utterances of despair and complaint of a lover , and the proud wrath of an injured husband : `` MILAN , the 8th Frimaire , Year V. , eight o'clock , evening . `` The courier whom Berthier had sent to Milan has just arrived . You have had no time to write to me ; that I can understand very well . In the midst of pleasures and amusements it would have been too much for you to make the smallest sacrifice for me .