about midnight
Pierre looked at his father and then at his mother , then , as the subject changed , he drank some more wine . He scarcely remembered the remainder of the evening . They had coffee , then liqueurs , and they laughed and joked a great deal . At about midnight he went to bed , his mind confused and his head heavy ; and he slept like a brute till nine next morning . These slumbers , lapped in champagne and chartreuse , had soothed and calmed him , no doubt , for he awoke in a very benevolent frame of mind . While he was dressing he appraised , weighed , and summed up the agitations of the past day , trying to bring out quite clearly and fully their real and occult causes , those personal to himself as well as those from outside . It was , in fact , possible that the girl at the beer-shop had had an evil suspicion -- a suspicion worthy of such a hussy -- on hearing that only one of the Roland brothers had been made heir to a stranger ; but have not such natures as she always similar notions , without a shadow of foundation , about every honest woman ?