eleven o'clock
`` He was going to tell you that he was a good little boy , having always loved his little cousin , and that our marriage was a delightful romance of tenderness and sweetness . '' `` Why , yes , of course , '' repeated Gontran . `` Nonsense ! The truth , Aunt Louise , the real truth , in short , is this , never , never should we have been married if on the 17th of May , 1890 , between nine and eleven o'clock , he had not lost 34,000 points at bezique at the club , and if all the boxes had not been sold , that same night , at the Bouffes-Parisiens Theatre . '' Gontran began to laugh . `` Oh , you can laugh as much as you please ! You know very well that but for this -- on what does fate depend ?