six o’clock
The tables round them , however , were emptying ; a waiter came and stood discreetly near them . Charles , who understood , took out his purse ; the clerk held back his arm , and did not forget to leave two more pieces of silver that he made chink on the marble . `` I am really sorry , '' said Bovary , `` about the money which you are -- '' The other made a careless gesture full of cordiality , and taking his hat said -- `` It is settled , is n't it ? To-morrow at six o'clock ? '' Charles explained once more that he could not absent himself longer , but that nothing prevented Emma -- `` But , '' she stammered , with a strange smile , `` I am not sure -- '' `` Well , you must think it over . We 'll see . Night brings counsel . ''