six o'clock
After much tolling of the bell , a light came cutting across the crevices of the inner door ; it was thrown open , and a figure appeared with a lamp , -- a tall slim figure of a woman , clothed in white from head to foot . It was Mrs. Berry , and when Cutler and I saw her , we both ran away as fast as our legs could carry us . Berry , at this , shrieked with a wild laughter . `` Remember to-morrow , old boys , '' shouted he , -- `` six o'clock ; '' and we were a quarter of a mile off when the gate closed , and the little mansion of the Avenue de Paris was once more quiet and dark . The next afternoon , as we were playing at billiards , Cutler saw Mrs. Berry drive by in her carriage ; and as soon as rather a long rubber was over , I thought I would go and look for our poor friend , and so went down to the Pavilion . Every door was open , as the wont is in France , and I walked in unannounced , and saw this : He was playing a duet with her on the flute . She had been out but for half-an-hour , after not speaking all the morning ; and having seen Cutler at the billiard-room window , and suspecting we might take advantage of her absence , she had suddenly returned home again , and had flung herself , weeping , into her Frank 's arms , and said she could not bear to leave him in anger .