ten o'clock
I am in danger , distress , -- ruin and death are hanging over me , -- I must flee from the city ; but I must see you , my child , my sweet , my darling Gabriella . I must learn the fate of my lost Rosalie . `` The curtain falls , -- I dare not write more . Walk in the -- Park to-morrow morning at ten o'clock , where I will wait your coming . Come alone , -- I ask only a few moments . A father pleads with his child ! As you hope for an answer to your dying prayers , come , child of my Rosalie , -- child of my own sad heart . ''