one o'clock
`` Then here is the map of the rendezvous which I have drawn . Be there promptly . Good morning . '' At one o'clock that afternoon a young man earnestly consulting a map might have been seen pursuing his solitary way through Central Park . Fresh green foliage arched above him , flecking the path with fretted shadow and sunlight ; the sweet odor of flowering shrubs saturated the air ; the waters of the lake sparkled where swans swept to and fro , snowy wings spread like sails to the fitful June wind . `` This , '' he murmured , pausing at a shaded bend in the path , `` must be Bench Number One . I am not to sit on that .