eleven o'clock at night
`` My dear Monsieur Marcel , '' said she , `` are you a true knight ? '' `` I am . ` Rubens and my lady , ' that is my motto . '' `` Well then , hearken to my woes and pity take , most noble sir , '' returned Musette , who was slightly tinged with literature , although she murdered grammar in fine style , `` the landlord has taken away the key of my room and it is eleven o'clock at night . Do you understand ? '' `` I understand , '' said Marcel , offering Musette his arm . He took her to his studio on the Quai aux Fleurs .