six o’clock
To my surprise -- for I had not moved six paces from the door nor heard the slightest sound -- I found it not ; only closed but bolted -- bolted both at top and bottom , as I discovered on trying it . I fell on that to kicking it furiously , desperately ; partly in a tempest of rage and chagrin , partly in the hope that I might frighten the old woman , if it was she who had closed it , into opening it again . In vain , of course ; and presently I saw this and desisted , and , still in a whirl of haste and excitement , set off running towards the place where I had left Simon Fleix and the horses . It was fully six o'clock as I judged ; but some faint hope that I might find him there with mademoiselle and her woman still lingered in my mind . I reached the end of the lane , I ran to the very foot ; of the ramparts , I looked right and left . In vain . The place was dark , silent , deserted .