Eleven o’clock
Three days later Diard and Montefiore were in Bordeaux at a gambling table . Diard , having won enough to pay his hundred thousand francs , went on until he had lost two hundred thousand more on his word . He was gay as a man who swam in gold . Eleven o'clock sounded ; the night was superb . Montefiore may have felt , like Diard , a desire to breathe the open air and recover from such emotions in a walk . The latter proposed to the marquis to come home with him to take a cup of tea and get his money . `` But Madame Diard ? ''