eight o'clock
His shoulders were bent ; his hair was almost white ; and his face was thin and worn . Something in his voice made Charles believe that he was sincere , and for a moment a feeling almost akin to pity stirred in his heart . `` It is well , '' said he . `` To-night , at eight o'clock , I will be here , '' and without so much as a word to the nobleman 's companions , he strode away . He returned to Marguerite , and told her of the encounter with her uncle , and the meeting which had been arranged for the evening . The news evidently agitated her greatly . `` Have you told him of my presence here ? ''