Eleven o'clock
At first he wandered along mechanically without realizing that he was going toward the quays , almost fearing the interview with his mistress , now that he was only a defeated man . He had nearly reached the Seine before he was aware of it . He looked at his watch . Eleven o'clock . Marianne had been awaiting him for some time . He now followed , with the slow march of persons oppressed with a sense of weariness , these deserted quays , that terrace on the bank of the river , whose balustrades permitted glimpses of the silhouettes of slender trees . He met no one .