eight o'clock
`` Soit ! '' he cried , his eyes blazing with a hate unspeakable . `` At eight to-morrow morning I shall await you on the green behind the castle of Blois . '' `` At eight o'clock I shall be there , '' I answered . `` And now , gentlemen , if you will unhand me , I will return to my apartments . '' They let me go , but with many a growl and angry look , for in their eyes I was no more than a coarse aggressor , whilst their sympathy was all for St. Auban . And so back to my room I went , my task accomplished , and so pleased was I with what had passed that as I drew on my boots -- preparing to set out to Canaples -- I laughed softly to myself .