nine o'clock
Where ? '' Her voice was weak and distant . He thought for a time . `` At my house-at nine o'clock , '' he answered at last . `` Monsieur , '' she said , in a choking voice , `` if I get my child again , I will bless you to my dying day . '' `` No , no ; it will be Dauphin you must bless , '' he said , and opened the door for her . As she disappeared into the dusk and silence he adjusted his eye-glass , and stared musingly after her , though there was nothing to see save the summer darkness , nothing to hear save the croak of the frogs in the village pond .