eleven o’clock
In the evening he found Massol , as he expected , at the opera-house . Going up to the lawyer with the slightly insolent manner which was natural to him , he said , -- `` Monsieur , I have an affair , half legal , half political , which I desire to talk over with you . If it did not demand a certain amount of secrecy , I would go to your office , but I think we could talk with more safety in my own apartment ; where , moreover , I shall be able to put you in communication with other persons concerned in the affair . May I hope that to-morrow morning , at eleven o'clock , you will do me the favor to take a cup of tea with me ? '' If Massol had had an office , he might possibly not have consented , for the sake of his legal dignity , to reverse the usual order of things ; but as he perched rather than lodged in any particular place , he was glad of an arrangement which left his abode , if he had any , incognito . `` I shall have the honor to be with you at the hour named , '' he replied ceremoniously . `` Rue Pigalle , '' said Maxime , `` No. 6 . ''