Four o'clock
Shall we expect you to-day at dinner ? '' `` Be it so . Your hour ? '' `` Four o'clock , to the moment . Do not forget the number , 46 Monsieur Rubichon ; the house with a large garden in front . '' `` Till then , '' said I , bowing to my host , whose ceremonious politeness made me feel my own salute an act of rudeness in comparison . As I parted from the old man , I was glad at the relief to my own thoughts which even thus much of speculation afforded , and sauntered on , fancying many a strange conceit about the `` pension '' and its inhabitants .