one o'clock
His eye , passing rapidly over the figure of Savarin reading in the window-niche , rested upon Rameau and Isaura seated on the same divan , he with her hand clasped in both his own , and bending his face towards hers so closely that a loose tress of her hair seemed to touch his forehead . The Englishman halted , and no revolution which changes the habitudes and forms of States was ever so sudden as that which passed without a word in the depths of his unconjectured heart . The heart has no history which philosophers can recognize . An ordinary political observer , contemplating the condition of a nation , may very safely tell us what effects must follow the causes patent to his eyes ; but the wisest and most far-seeing sage , looking at a man at one o'clock , can not tell us what revulsions of his whole being may be made ere the clock strike two . As Isaura rose to greet her visitor , Savarin came from the window-niche , the manuscript in his hand . `` Son of perfidious Albion , '' said Savarin , gayly , `` we feared you had deserted the French alliance . Welcome back to Paris , and the _ entente cordiale _ . ''