one o’clock
`` Maraschino comes in cases . '' ``` Romances alter cases , ''' remarked Mistigris . Pierrotin 's vehicle was now going down the steep incline of the valley of Saint-Brice to the inn which stands in the middle of the large village of that name , where Pierrotin was in the habit of stopping an hour to breathe his horses , give them their oats , and water them . It was now about half-past one o'clock . `` Ha ! here 's Pere Leger , '' cried the inn-keeper , when the coach pulled up before the door . `` Do you breakfast ? ''