eight o'clock
His solicitude at the moment was so natural and earnest that it was hard to think he was my enemy . When he had rubbed awhile , he gave me his own handkerchief to dry my face ; and so perfect was his courtesy , it was impossible to do otherwise than meet him as he meant and showed for the moment . He had stepped between me and death , and even an enemy who does that , no matter what the motive , deserves something at your hands . `` Gabord , '' he said , as we stepped inside the citadel , `` we will breakfast at eight o'clock . Meanwhile , I have some duties with our officers here . Till we meet in your dining-hall , then , monsieur , '' he added to me , and raised his cap . `` You must put up with frugal fare , '' I answered , bowing .