one o'clock
`` Do not forget the Rue Crillon , Monsieur de Lalande , '' exclaimed Marie 's aunt as we stood a moment at the foot of the staircase , `` unless you fear to trust yourself in our company . I must win you over to our side ; your talents will be thrown away on Mazarin . But the horses are impatient , and we block the way ; so adieu , messieurs , '' and she waved a small , delicately-gloved hand in farewell . It was one o'clock , but the Luxembourg blazed with lights ; the number of guests had scarcely diminished , though numerous carriages were drawn up in readiness to start , and groups of people still lingered outside to watch the termination of the brilliant fête . `` What do you think of Madame Coutance ? '' asked my comrade , as her carriage rolled away . `` She is very beautiful , and , if possible , more reckless even than Madame de Chevreuse .