Eleven o'clock
There would be many people , many `` members of the human race , '' up there , in the resplendent theater . What finer retinue could be expected for his funeral ? He would go down to the tomb escorted by the whitest shoulders in the world , decked with the richest jewels . Eleven o'clock to-morrow evening ! We were all to be blown up in the middle of the performance ... if Christine Daae said no ! Eleven o'clock to-morrow evening ! ... And what else could Christine say but no ?