seven o'clock
`` Go to our house , my dear , '' Cyrène whispered hastily . `` It is No. 409 , Rue Honoré , you will get supper there , and await us . '' `` 409 , Rue Honoré , '' the other repeated , and hastened to the promised food . Continuing , the two reached the Hôtel de Ville at seven o'clock . Though early , the spacious building was lighted from attic to basement , and slipping in through a swarm of _ Sans-culottes _ who surrounded the doorsteps , they entered the great hall . As they were going in the `` Marseillaise '' began to be pounded , and the entry , from the opposite direction , of persons of much more importance than they , attracted the eyes of the men and women who smoked and knitted round the hall . The incomers were the President and heads of the Commune of Paris , each arrayed in his tricolor _ carmagnole _ , red bonnet , and great sabre .