two o'clock
my savior ! '' cried the viscount , warmly ; and he was about to throw himself into the arms of his father , when he , with an icy gesture , checked the impulse . `` They wait for you until three o'clock , at the house of this man who has the forgery ? '' `` Yes , my father ; and it is now two o'clock . '' `` Let us pass into your cabinet -- give me something to write with . '' `` Here , my father . '' The count seated himself before the desk of his son , and wrote with a firm hand : `` I engage to pay this night , at ten o'clock , the 25,000 francs which are owed by my son .