twelve o'clock
That very day I sat down and wrote to her . I told her my vision ; how I had then seen her at the Webersche Zelt , and known her as the being of my dream . I said I knew she fancied she loved another , and that in this connection something disastrous had come into her life . There could be no doubt , I said , that she , like me , had become aware of our intimate psychic relation , and our mutual devotion , in some dream-consciousness such as my own ; though perhaps it was but now that my vision had clearly revealed to her all that had been slumbering in the depths of her nature ; but , in order that this might come , joyfully and gladsomely , into actual life , so that I might approach her with a heart at rest , I implored her to be at the window the next day , at twelve o'clock , and , as an unmistakeable symbol of our happy love , to wear fresh-blown roses on her breast . Should she , however , be irresistibly drawn away from her _ rapport _ with me , through hostile deception , by some other -- if she rejected me without remead -- I asked her to wear carnations instead of roses . The letter was probably a mad and senseless affair . That I am prepared to admit now .