eleven o'clock
At length she put it between the pillow and her cheek , to help the sweet delusion that she was cheek to cheek with some one and had his strong , protecting arms about her . Then she lay a long time , with eyes open and shining in the darkness , trying in vain to piece together the features of his face . But in the first dream of her first sleep she saw him plainly , and then she ran , she raced , she rushed to his embrace . Next day brought a message from the Baron : `` DEAR ROMA , -- Come to the Palazzo Braschi to-morrow -LRB- Tuesday -RRB- morning at eleven o'clock . Do n't refuse , and do n't hesitate . If you do not come , you will regret it as long as you live , and reproach yourself for ever afterwards . -- Yours , `` BONELLI . ''