Three o'clock
At five o'clock the next morning César d'Ombré would wait for him at the Étang des Morts , a lonely , legend-haunted pool in the woods where four roads met , about two leagues beyond the _ landes _ by way of La Joubardière . `` Very well ; you will start at three o'clock , '' said Monsieur Joseph . `` Give the man something to eat and send him back , Gigot , to meet his master . '' `` Three o'clock ! I shall be asleep ! '' said Angelot . `` Surely an hour will be enough to take me to the Étang des Morts -- a cheerful rendezvous ! ''