About eight o'clock
I might use it to threaten , but was resolute not to fire on any one , even if not to do so involved failure of our purpose . I , too , had my moral limitations . We lost a day , but on the following night there was such a storm as satisfied us to the full . About eight o'clock we drove to a little restaurant in the Bois de Boulogne , dined quietly , and about nine set out on foot to walk to the villa . There was a brief lull in the storm , but very soon the rain fell again heavily , and as , of course , we took no umbrellas , we were soon wet to the skin . Making sure that we were not followed , we approached the garden cautiously through the wood , the rain falling in torrents . At the edge of the forest , near a well known fountain , beyond the house , we met by appointment my man , Alphonse .