seven o'clock
`` Mademoiselle Flore Brazier is coming , gentle as a paschal lamb , '' replied Monsieur Hochon . `` God grant it ! '' exclaimed Rouget , wiping his eyes . `` It is now seven o'clock , '' said Philippe ; `` the sovereign of your heart will be here at half-past eleven : you 'll never see Gilet again , and you will be as happy ever after as a pope . -- If you want me to succeed , '' he whispered to Monsieur Hochon , `` stay here till the hussy comes ; you can help me in keeping the old man up to his resolution ; and , together , we 'll make that crab-girl see on which side her bread is buttered . '' Monsieur Hochon felt the reasonableness of the request and stayed : but they had their hands full , for old Rouget gave way to childish lamentations , which were only quieted by Philippe 's repeating over and over a dozen times : -- `` Uncle , you will see that I am right when Flore returns to you as tender as ever . You shall be petted ; you will save your property : be guided by my advice , and you 'll live in paradise for the rest of your days . ''