nine o’clock
I have not forgotten our relations ; I have always remembered , throughout my long wanderings , the little wooden seat -- Eugenie rose as if she were sitting on live coals , and went away and sat down on the stone steps of the court . -- the little wooden seat where we vowed to love each other forever , the passage , the gray hall , my attic chamber , and the night when , by your delicate kindness , you made my future easier to me . Yes , these recollections sustained my courage ; I said in my heart that you were thinking of me at the hour we had agreed upon . Have you always looked at the clouds at nine o'clock ? Yes , I am sure of it . I can not betray so true a friendship , -- no , I must not deceive you . An alliance has been proposed to me which satisfies all my ideas of matrimony .