ten o'clock
Madame Deberle walked round like a hostess who is anxious to satisfy the various tastes of her guests . But it was Pauline who ran about the most , and more particularly waited on the gentlemen . There were a dozen persons present , about the regulation number of people invited to the house every Wednesday , from December onwards . Later in the evening , at ten o'clock , a great many others would make their appearance . `` Monsieur de Guiraud , a cup of coffee , '' exclaimed Pauline , as she halted in front of a diminutive , bald-headed man . `` Ah ! no , I remember , you do n't take any .