one
o'clock
Paul 's heart sank like lead . He could hardly contain his anxiety until the servant stepped ashore and handed him a letter , and this was its contents : `` My beloved one -- I am not well to-day -- a foolish chill . Nothing of consequence , only the cold wind of the lake I could not face . At one o'clock , when Lucerne is at lunch , come to me by the terrace gate . Come to me , I can not live without you , Paul . '' `` What is it , Dmitry ? '' he said anxiously .