eleven o'clock
This occupation had raised him by the evening into a state of glorification such as it is not easy to explain . The evening came . The conqueror had a mistress whom he loved , and whom he was eager to see again -- a sort of Madame de Sabran -- with the exception that the husband thought proper to be jealous , while ours , as you know , is not so absurd . `` The consul therefore had his bath , dressed and perfumed himself with the greatest care , and when eleven o'clock arrived he set out on tiptoe for the Suburranian Road . But he had reckoned without his host ; or , rather , without his musician . Hardly had he gone four steps when the flute-player , who was attached to his service by night as well as day , darted from a post on which he was seated and went before , playing with all his might and main . The consequence of this was , that those who were in the streets turned round , those who were at home came to the door , and those who were in bed got up and opened their windows , all repeating in chorus -- ` Here is the Consul Duilius ; long live Duilius ; long live the conqueror of the Carthaginians ; long live the savior of Rome ! '