eleven o'clock
`` May I , '' said he , suddenly roused to what was passing about him , and advancing with a gracious smile upon his mobile face , lit up by the pleasant musings of the whist-table -- pleasant to him , but assuredly not pleasant to his partner -- `` may I hope , marchesa , that you will acquiesce in our little plan for to-morrow ? '' The marchesa had come by this time to look on the count as a bore , of whom she was anxious to rid herself . She was so anxious , indeed , to rid herself of him that she actually assented . `` My niece , Signore Conte , '' she said , stiffly , `` shall be ready with her gouvernante and the Cavaliere Trenta , at eleven o'clock to-morrow . Now -- good-night ! '' Marescotti took the hint , bowed , and departed arm-in-arm with Baldassare . When the count and Baldassare had left the room , Cavaliere Trenta made no motion to follow them .