midnight
Nay , '' he continued , changing his tone abruptly , as the prudence , which never entirely left him -- and perhaps the remembrance of the other 's fifty spearmen -- sobered him in the midst of his rage , `` I am hasty . I mean not you , M. de Montsoreau ! Ride where you will ; ride with me , if you will , and I will thank you . Only remember , until midnight Angers is mine ! '' He was still speaking when he moved from the table , and , leaving all staring after him , strode down the room . An instant he paused on the threshold and looked back ; then he passed out , and clattered down the stone stairs . His horse and riders were waiting , but , his foot in the stirrup , he stayed for a word with Bigot .