about ten o'clock
The Media Nocte , too , confessed . Only one thing is still wanting . I only omitted telling him that our rendezvous must be in the Media Nocte , and that we make our escape from there . Well , never mind , I can tell him to-morrow , and about ten o'clock the orange-colored ribbon may flutter from my window , and Count d'Entragues will be so rejoiced ! Oh , to-morrow , to-morrow I shall be my handsome Electoral Prince 's wife ! '' She stretched forth her arms , as if she would embrace , although he was invisible , the handsome , beloved youth , whose kisses yet burned upon her lips . Her flaming eyes wandered over the apartment , as if she still hoped to find there his fine and slender shape .