six o'clock in the evening
`` At least , '' thought he , `` I 'll not have to marry an old woman , when there 's a young one waiting for me at Fontainebleau . And , moreover , my son has a name , and a very presentable name . Fougas would be a great deal better , but Langevin is not bad . '' He arrived , on the 2d of September , at six o'clock in the evening , at that large and beautiful but somewhat stupid city which constitutes the Versailles of Lorraine . His heart was beating fit to burst . To recuperate his energies , he took a good dinner . The landlord , when catechized at dessert , gave him the very best accounts of M. Victor Langevin : a man still young , married for the past six years , father of a boy and a girl , respected in the neighborhood , and prosperous in his affairs .