ten to eleven in the
morning
`` Walk , from ten to eleven o'clock in the morning , in the Rue du Temps Perdu . Look up ; you will be called from somewhere , and you must mount till you meet some one you know . A good breakfast will await you . '' `` All right , chevalier , '' replied the captain ; `` from ten to eleven in the morning . Excuse me if I do not conduct you to the door , but you know it is not the custom with Turks . '' The chevalier made a sign with his hand that he dispensed with this formality , and descended the staircase . He was only on the fourth step when he heard the captain begin the famous song of the Dragoons of Malplaquet , which had perhaps caused as much blood to be shed in duels as there had been on the field of battle .