about eleven
o'clock
I was afraid of disturbing Marie 's peace of mind . Florence alone knew , and came to see me from time to time . I went out little , only after dark , and in the most secluded parts of the Bois . But it happened -- for our most heroic resolutions sometimes fail us -- one Wednesday night , at about eleven o'clock , my steps led me to the Boulevard Suchet , without my noticing it , and I went past Marie 's house . `` It was a warm and fine night and , as luck would have it , Marie was at her window . She saw me , I was sure of it , and knew me ; and my happiness was so great that my legs shook under me as I walked away . `` After that I passed in front of her house every Wednesday evening ; and Marie was nearly always there , giving me this unhoped-for and ever-new delight , in spite of the fact that her social duties , her quite natural love of amusement , and her husband 's position obliged her to go out a great deal . ''