a quarter past ten
She was full of an evil fellow , _ un gros type _ , with a roll of fat at the back of his neck and a great diamond ring which flashed in the moonlight , who had waited for her at the stage door and walked by her side , pestering her with his attentions . `` And do you know how I got rid of him ? I said : ` Monsieur , I ca n't walk with you through the streets on account of my comrades . But I swear to you that you will find me at the Café des Négotiants at a quarter past ten . ' And so I made my escape . Look , '' said she excitedly , gripping Andrew 's arm , `` here he is . '' She met the eyes of the _ gros type _ with the roll of fat and the diamond ring , who halted somewhat uncertainly in front of the cafe .