Twelve o'clock
Wilhelm was sitting fully dressed at the window that faced the Tuileries , gazing down upon the dreary autumnal park with its trees half-bare , the paths covered with dead leaves -- its marble statues and silent fountains . She stretched out her arms to him , and he hastened over to kiss her fondly . As her eye fell upon her tiny jeweled watch , she gave a cry of dismay . `` Twelve o'clock ! Oh , go away -- quick -- and send the chambermaid to me . I will do my best to be ready soon . Wait for me in the salon .