ten o’clock
As she sat and thought , Detricand entered , loaded with parcels and bundles . These were mostly gifts for her father and herself ; and for du Champsavoys there was a fine delft shaving-dish , shaped like a quartermoon to fit the neck . They were distributed , and by the time supper was over , it was quite dark . Then Detricand said his farewells , for it was ten o'clock , and he must be away at three , when his boat was to steal across to Brittany , and land him near to the outposts of the Royalist army under de la Rochejaquelein . There were letters to write and packing yet to do . He set to work gaily . At last everything was done , and he was stooping over a bag to fasten it .