three o'clock
I could not help feeling a pang as she took leave of me . ` Manon , ' said I , ` do not deceive me ; will you be faithful to me ? ' She complained , in the tenderest tone , of my want of confidence , and renewed all her protestations of eternal love . `` She was to be in Paris at three o'clock . I went some time after . I spent the remainder of the afternoon moping in the Cafe de Fere , near the Pont St. Michel . I remained there till nightfall .