Eleven o'clock
He would go down to the tomb escorted by the whitest shoulders in the world , decked with the richest jewels . Eleven o'clock to-morrow evening ! We were all to be blown up in the middle of the performance ... if Christine Daae said no ! Eleven o'clock to-morrow evening ! ... And what else could Christine say but no ? Would she not prefer to espouse death itself rather than that living corpse ? She did not know that on her acceptance or refusal depended the awful fate of many members of the human race !