Eleven o'clock
And in his peculiarly frightful nasal tone he recommenced the execution of his ballad . Satisfied with the result he had just obtained , Schaunard congratulated himself with an exultant grimace , which mounted over his nose like a circumflex accent whenever he had occasion to be pleased with himself . But this triumphant happiness was destined to have no long duration . Eleven o'clock resounded from the neighbouring steeple . Every stroke diffused itself through the room in mocking sounds which seemed to say to the unlucky Schaunard , `` Are you ready ? '' The artist bounded on his chair . `` The time flies like a bird ! ''