midnight
Nevertheless he looked at her where she sat by the window , so gentle , so lissome , so sweet , and so frail , and he had a shrewd notion that were he Florimond de Condillac , whether he feared her in durance or not , not the fever , nor the plague itself should keep him for the best part of a week at La Rochette within easy ride of her . She smiled gently at his words , and turned the conversation to the matter that imported most . `` Tonight then , it is determined that we are to go ? '' `` At midnight or a little after . Be in readiness , mademoiselle , and do not keep me waiting when I rap upon your door . Haste may be of importance . '' `` You may count upon me , my friend , '' she answered him , and stirred by a sudden impulse she held out her hand .