ten o'clock
But quick , quick , '' cried the Chourineur , `` down there I see the head of the Chouette . I know it is her bonnet . Go , go , and I will drop into my hole . '' `` To-night , then , at ten o'clock . '' `` At the corner of the Champs Elysées and the Allée des Veuves ; all right . '' Fleur-de-Marie had not heard a word of the latter part of the conversation between the Chourineur and Rodolph , and now entered again into the coach with her travelling companion . For some time after this conversation with the Chourineur , Rodolph remained preoccupied and pensive , while Fleur-de-Marie , too timid to break the silence , continued to gaze on him with saddened earnestness .