eleven o'clock
He smiled like the Monsieur Droqville of the Belle Étoile , and extended his hand , which I took very respectfully and cordially . Our momentary quarrel had left us only better friends . The Marquis then told me I had better secure a bed in some hotel at Versailles , as a rush would be made to take them ; and advised my going down next morning for the purpose . I ordered horses accordingly for eleven o'clock ; and , after a little more conversation , the Marquis d'Harmonville bade me good-night , and ran down the stairs with his handkerchief to his mouth and nose , and , as I saw from my window , jumped into his close carriage again and drove away . Next day I was at Versailles . As I approached the door of the Hotel de France it was plain that I was not a moment too soon , if , indeed , I were not already too late . A crowd of carriages were drawn up about the entrance , so that I had no chance of approaching except by dismounting and pushing my way among the horses .