eight in the evening
`` D'Epernon , my friend , relate the adventure to my mother . If I go on speaking , and she goes on shrugging her shoulders , I shall get angry , and that does not suit my health . Adieu , madame ; cherish M. de Guise as much as you please , but I would advise them not to forget Salcede . '' It was eight in the evening , and the house of Robert Briquet , solitary and sad-looking , formed a worthy companion to that mysterious house of which we have already spoken to our readers . One might have thought that these two houses were yawning in each other 's face . Not far from there the noise of brass was heard , mingled with confused voices , vague murmurs , and squeaks . It was probably this noise that attracted a young and handsome cavalier , with a violet cap , red plume , and gray mantle , who , after stopping for some minutes to hear this noise , went on slowly and pensively toward the house of Robert Briquet .