eight o'clock
He enjoyed it immensely , -- only it seemed to him at moments that flirtation went further in France than in Millbrook , Connecticut , and he thought that Cécile might be a little less enthusiastic about Clifford , that perhaps it would be quite as well if Jacqueline sat further away from Rowden , and that possibly Colette could have , for a moment at least , taken her eyes from Elliott 's face . Still he enjoyed it -- except when his thoughts drifted to Valentine , and then he felt that he was very far away from her . La Roche is at least an hour and a half from Paris . It is also true that he felt a happiness , a quick heart-beat when , at eight o'clock that night the train which bore them from La Roche rolled into the Gare St. Lazare and he was once more in the city of Valentine . `` Good-night , '' they said , pressing around him . `` You must come with us next time ! '' He promised , and watched them , two by two , drift into the darkening city , and stood so long that , when again he raised his eyes , the vast Boulevard was twinkling with gas-jets through which the electric lights stared like moons .