ten o'clock
It was my lady Francezka over again . Having scolded that young lady with the air of a patriarch , for her venturesomeness , Gaston Cheverny proceeded to hunt up adventures of his own . I saw that the notion of fighting by the light of flickering stable lanterns mightily tickled his fancy . So I said , looking at the great clock in the tower of the Temple : `` It is now ten o'clock . Shall we make it in an hour ? '' `` We can easily meet in half an hour . '' `` Certainly , '' I answered .