ten o’clock
Wait till to-morrow , and find some fitter place than this . '' Fabio felt the justice of the reproof immediately . He tore a leaf out of his pocketbook , and wrote on it , `` I must tell you how I honor and thank you for that letter . To-morrow -- ten o'clock -- the wicket-gate at the back of the Ascoli gardens . Believe in my truth and honor , Nanina , for I believe implicitly in yours . '' Having written these lines , he took from among his bunch of watch-seals a little key , wrapped it up in the note , and pressed it into her hand . In spite of himself his fingers lingered round hers , and he was on the point of speaking to her again , when he saw the waiting-woman 's hand , which was just raised to motion him away , suddenly drop .