midnight
`` Monsieur De Froilette , your Majesty , has just informed me that his Majesty is on his way here . '' For one moment the Queen stood undecided . `` Do not unfasten it , Captain Ellerey , '' she said , laying a detaining hand upon his . `` To-morrow , some time before midnight , it shall be sent to you . Not to your lodging , that might be dangerous . Wait for it at the Toison d'Or . It is an inn of no repute in the Bergenstrasse , which runs toward the Southern Gate .