eleven o'clock
We were not far from the cabstand , and I led him thither , assisted him to enter the vehicle , gave the driver his half-franc , and bade him drive to the Basso Porto . The man in the blouse followed , and watched closely all the time , and my later belief concerning him was quite confirmed . Dismissing him from my mind , I entered a biroccio and drove to the Caffè . Arthur had left long since , with a message for me to the effect that he would be at home at Posilipo at eleven o'clock . Perhaps he had gone to the Opera , I thought , and with the intention of discovering him I wandered from the Caffè . The evening was very beautiful , and I changed my mind . I would roam along by the bay and enjoy the sunset , and give myself up to the delights of the country .