one o'clock
Fandor noted the time as he continued his saunter . It was a quarter to twelve . Of the few passers-by there was not one who merited a second glance or thought ! ... Impatiently he waited , five , ten minutes : at one o'clock he betook himself to his hotel . There he found an express message , unsigned . It ran : '' _ My darling , my dear love , forgive me for not meeting you this morning in the rue de Rivoli , as arranged . It was impossible .