six o’clock in the morning
But I was worn out . The indignities and mishaps of the evening had , for once , crushed my spirit , and after swearing an oath or two I began to pack my bags . Vengeance I would have ; but the time and manner I left for daylight thought . Beyond six o'clock in the morning I did not look forward ; and if I longed for anything it was for a little of the good Armagnac I had wasted on those louts of merchants in the kitchen below . It might have done me good now . I had wearily strapped up one bag , and nearly filled the other , when I came upon something which did , for the moment , rouse the devil in me . This was the tiny orange-coloured sachet which Mademoiselle had dropped the night I first saw her at the inn , and which , it will be remembered , I picked up .