eleven o'clock
Read over again Réné 's Guide-book , Jocelyn 's Travels , the Orientales of Olympio , and you will know as much about the East as I do , though I have been there , according to your account , for the last two years . However , I have performed all the commissions you gave me , on the eve of my departure , three years ago . I bring you pipes from Constantinople , to your mother chaplets from Bethlehem -- only I bought the pipes at Leghorn , and the chaplets at Rome . Do you remember a cold , rainy December evening in Paris , eighteen months ago , when I should have been on the borders of Afghanistan , or the shores of the Euphrates , you were walking along the quays , between eleven o'clock and midnight , walking rapidly , wrapped like a Castilian in the folds of your cloak ? Do you remember that between the Pont Neuf and the Pont Saint Michel you stumbled against a young man , enveloped likewise in a cloak , and following rapidly the course of the Seine in a direction opposite to yours ? The shock was violent , and nailed us both to the spot . Do you remember that having scrutinized each other under the gaslight , you exclaimed , `` Raymond , '' and opened your arms to embrace me ; then , seeing the cold and reserved attitude of him who stood silently before you , how you changed your mind and went your way , laughing at the mistake but struck by the resemblance ?