six o’clock
`` That is my affair , '' cried Dorsenne . `` Let me take the necessary steps in my own name , and then if he agrees you can make it in yours ... . Only we have no time to lose . Do not leave your house until six o'clock . By that time I shall know upon what to depend . '' If , at first , the novelist had felt great confidence in the issue of his strange attempt with reference to his old friend , that confidence changed to absolute apprehension when he found himself , half an hour later , at the house which Marquis Claude Francois occupied in one of the oldest parts of Rome , from which location he could obtain an admirable view of the Forum . How many times had Julien come , in the past six months , to that Marquis who dived constantly in the sentiment of the past , to gaze upon the tragical and grand panorama of the historical scene !