nine o'clock
I was beside myself with grief and mortification and jealous fury . For some hours I just raged up and down my room like one demented , crying like a child one minute , cursing and meditating revenge the next . I felt that I must have blood at all costs to appease my passion -- Teresina 's or her lover 's , or somebody 's . I was to meet Teresina that evening as usual towards nine o'clock , and I thought the intervening hours would never go by . One hope suddenly suggested itself to me , and I clung desperately to it . ` Perhaps it is false ! ' I said to myself .