about ten o’clock in the evening
Silvere proposed the most impossible trysting-places . He planned regular journeys , and even suggested meeting the young girl at midnight in the barns of the Jas-Meiffren . Miette , who was much more practical , shrugged her shoulders , declaring she would try to think of some spot . On the morrow , she tarried but a minute at the well , just time enough to smile at Silvere and tell him to be at the far end of the Aire Saint-Mittre at about ten o'clock in the evening . One may be sure that the young man was punctual . All day long Miette 's choice had puzzled him , and his curiosity increased when he found himself in the narrow lane formed by the piles of planks at the end of the plot of ground . `` She will come this way , '' he said to himself , looking along the road to Nice .