two o'clock
On the previous day the `` Globe '' newspaper , inspired by its director Fonsegue , who was also the general manager of the asylum , had published a very fine article , announcing the bazaar , and pointing out how noble , and touching , and generous was the initiative of the Baroness , who still gave her time , her money , and even her home to charity , in spite of the abominable crime which had almost reduced that home to ashes . Was not this the magnanimous answer of the spheres above to the hateful passions of the spheres below ? And was it not also a peremptory answer to those who accused the capitalists of doing nothing for the wage-earners , the disabled and broken-down sons of toil ? The drawing-room doors were to be opened at two o'clock , and would only close at seven , so that there would be five full hours for the sales . And at noon , when nothing was as yet ready downstairs , when workmen and women were still decorating the stalls , and sorting the goods amidst a final scramble , there was , as usual , a little friendly _ dejeuner _ , to which a few guests had been invited , in the private rooms on the first floor . However , a scarcely expected incident had given a finishing touch to the general excitement of the house : that very morning Sagnier had resumed his campaign of denunciation in the matter of the African Railway Lines . In a virulent article in the `` Voix du Peuple , '' he had inquired if it were the intention of the authorities to beguile the public much longer with the story of that bomb and that Anarchist whom the police did not arrest .