eleven o'clock
You will take me to her and not to the Tower . '' Quinnox smiled and threw up his hands as if unable to combat the quick logic of his companion . Together they made their way to the prior 's cell , afterward to the Abbot 's apartment . It was barely eleven o'clock and he had not retired . He questioned Quinnox closely , bade Lorry farewell and blessed him , sent his benediction to the Princess and ordered them conducted to the gates . Ten minutes later they stood outside the wall , the great gates having been closed sharply behind them . Above them hung the silvery moon , full and bright , throwing its refulgent splendor over the mountain top with all the brilliancy of day .