half past eleven
Half the night Mademoiselle had lain awake , wondering why the bird had not come hopping into the trap ; and through the other half she had wondered anxiously if the bird would come to-morrow , with excuses which she might graciously accept . At last she had fallen asleep and dreamed ecstatic dreams about diamond necklaces and thousand franc notes . When the procession of three left the Beau Soleil on its way to the English Church , strings of diamonds were still being drawn through Mademoiselle 's head , charming though wreathed with patent curling pins . It was half past eleven when she was waked by the Comtesse ringing for _ petits pains _ and chocolate . A toilette was hastily made , without too much time being wasted on water ; and Mademoiselle , -- all in black and white this morning , like a _ jeune fille _ in second mourning , -- hurried out to walk on the terrace at the fashionable hour . If she did not find the truant there , she said to herself , she would go into the Casino ; for he was sure to be in one place or the other at this time of day , even though it was Christmas . -LSB- Illustration : _ They came nearer , near enough for Mademoiselle to recognise the man with them _ -RSB- She walked a little , but not much ; for her high-heeled shoes were tight , and made her feel even more annoyed with the world and everyone in it -- except herself -- than she had been before she started .