one in the morning
Do not speak of this to any one . Good-bye , Charlotte . '' He took the young girl 's head and kissed her hair ; then he left the garden by the postern-gate and fled to Les Touches , where he stayed near Camille till past midnight . On returning home , at one in the morning , he found his mother awaiting him with her worsted-work . He entered softly , clasped her hand in his , and said , -- `` Is Charlotte gone ? '' `` She goes to-morrow , with her aunt , in despair , both of them , '' answered the baroness . `` Come to Ireland with me , my Calyste . ''