eleven o'clock
I took the letter with a trembling hand , -- a fear of something undefined was over me , -- and tearing it open , read as follows : -- Dear Friend , -- The Abbé , d'Ervan will deliver this into your hands , and if you wish it , explain the reason of the request it contains , -- which is simply that you will afford me the shelter of your quarters for one day in the park at Versailles . I know the difficulty of your position ; and if any other means under heaven presented itself , I should not ask the favor , which , although I pledge my honor not to abuse , I shall value as the dearest a whole life 's gratitude can repay . My heart tells me that you will not refuse the last wish of one you will never see after this meeting . I shall wait at the gate below the Trianon at eleven o'clock on Friday night , when you can pass me through the sentries . Yours , ever and devoted , Henri De Beauvais . `` The thing is impossible , '' said I , laying down the letter on the table , and staring over at D'Ervan . `` No more so , dear friend , than what you have done for me this evening , and which , I need not tell you , involves no risk whatever .