six o’clock
I asked the man . `` A lady who was starting with her maid in the next mail for Boulogne , and who told me not to take it until the coach was out of the courtyard . '' I rushed to the Rue d'Antin . `` Madame left for England at six o'clock , '' said the porter . There was nothing to hold me in Paris any longer , neither hate nor love . I was exhausted by this series of shocks . One of my friends was setting out on a tour in the East .