ten o’clock
I could think of nothing else . Yes , I would write . The worthy Commissary General of the Carlist forces was under the impression that I was looking at him ; but what I had in my eye was a jumble of butterfly women and winged youths and the soft sheen of Argand lamps gleaming on an arrow of gold in the hair of a head that seemed to evade my outstretched hand . `` Oh , yes , '' I said , `` I have nothing to do and even nothing to think of just now , I will meet your man as he gets off the train at ten o'clock to-night . What 's he like ? '' `` Oh , he has a black moustache and whiskers , and his chin is shaved , '' said the newly-fledged baron cordially . `` A very honest fellow .