It was eight o'clock.

We had dined at half-past six.
"Can you come with me now?
I want to show you the state of Paris--the condition of the people, the way of their thoughts.

One cannot know too much of the ...

people--for they will some day rule the world." "And rule it devilish badly," I added, putting my papers together.
"We shall be late in returning," the Vicomte said to the servant who held the carriage door.

I had heard--through my thoughts--the stamping of the horses in the courtyard and the rattle of the harness, but took no great note of them, as the Vicomte had the habit of going out in the evening.