about one o'clock
With hasty step , with glowing cheeks fired by enthusiasm , with head aloft , he strode on , and now entered the woods near the path . They were curtained by festoons of wild grapevine ; no one could see how he now took out the little note which he had so long concealed in his hand , how he pressed it to his lips , to his eyes , how he then unfolded it , and again , before reading it , pressed the beloved characters to his lips . The letter contained nothing but the words : `` The friends are ready and willing . To-night about one o'clock in the Media Nocte . From there flight . A worthy asylum is waiting , and the priest stands before the altar to bless the couple . '' `` To-night she will be mine -- to-night we shall be married !