About six o'clock
I feared no carriage would come , the white tempest raged so dense and wild . But trust my godmother ! Once having asked , she would have her guest . About six o'clock I was lifted from the carriage over the already blocked-up front steps of the château , and put in at the door of La Terrasse . Running through the vestibule , and up-stairs to the drawing-room , there I found Mrs. Bretton -- a summer-day in her own person . Had I been twice as cold as I was , her kind kiss and cordial clasp would have warmed me . Inured now for so long a time to rooms with bare boards , black benches , desks , and stoves , the blue saloon seemed to me gorgeous .