eleven o’clock in the evening
Roland slipped his hand beneath the pillow , convinced that his sister was delirious . To his great astonishment he felt a paper , which he drew out . It was a sealed letter ; on it were written these words : `` For Roland , who will come to-morrow . '' He went over to the night-light in order to read the letter , which was dated the night before at eleven o'clock in the evening . My brother , we have each a terrible thing to forgive the other . Roland looked at his sister ; she was still motionless . He continued to read : I loved Charles de Sainte-Hermine ; I did more than love him , he was my lover .