Ten o'clock
As usual the Rue de Roi was crowded , and I thought some of the people looked at me strangely , but this might have been mere fancy . Once , indeed , a man placed himself purposely in my path . It was the ruffian who had spoken to me in the inn , but , not desiring his company , I placed a finger on my lips to indicate silence , and walked past rapidly . Ten o'clock struck as , entering the Rue St. Honoré , I passed up the street , seeking for the new church . Several people were still about , but I dared not ask for information , though where the church was situated I had not the faintest idea . However , I kept straight on , and , a quarter after the hour , approached a huge pile of scaffolding and the unfinished walls of a large building . Here I paused in doubt , which was relieved by a whispered `` De Lalande ? ''