about ten o'clock at night
`` Oh , Chahlie , my boy -- '' `` Go and finish your courtship , '' whispered the doctor . `` Oh Charlie , I have just made it forever impossible ! '' `` Then help me back to my bed ; I do n't care to die in the street . '' `` That is all , '' said the fairer Honoré , outside Doctor Keene 's sick-room about ten o'clock at night . He was speaking to the black son of Clemence , who had been serving as errand-boy for some hours . He spoke in a low tone just without the half-open door , folding again a paper which the lad had lately borne to the apothecary of the rue Royale , and had now brought back with Joseph 's answer written under Honoré 's inquiry . `` That is all , '' said the other Honoré , standing partly behind the first , as the eyes of his little menial turned upon him that deprecatory glance of inquiry so common to slave children .