Four o’clock
Honest Crocodilus ! In the beat of his rhetoric was a sound of pure probity , which rang strangely where all around was padded with compromise and concealment . Suddenly the usher announced , ` Four o'clock , gentlemen . ' Four o'clock ! and they had not finished the arrangements for Ripault-Babin 's funeral . ` Ah , we must remember Ripault-Babin ! ' observed Danjou in a mocking voice .