eight o’clock
`` Be prudent , monseigneur . '' `` Ah ! the recommendation is useless , my prudence is well known . '' Bussy dined like a man who does not know when he will sup , then , at eight o'clock , choosing the best of his swords , and attaching , in spite of the king 's orders , a pair of pistols to his belt , went in his litter to the corner of the Rue St. Paul . He easily recognized the house again , and then , wrapped in his cloak , hid at the corner of the street , determined to wait for two hours , and at the end of that time , if no one came , to act for himself . He had scarcely been there ten minutes , when he saw two cavaliers coming . One of them dismounted , gave his horse to the other , who was probably a lackey , and who went away with the horses , and advanced towards the house pointed out to Bussy , and , after glancing round to see if he were observed , opened the door and went in .