four o’clock
`` Ah , the bandits ! '' The crowds would threaten with their fists the malign mosquito , scarcely visible 6,000 feet above them , and after this outburst , they would follow it with straining eyes from street to street , or stand motionless in the square in order to study its evolutions . The most punctual of all the spectators was Argensola . At four o'clock he was in the place de la Concorde with upturned face and wide-open eyes , in most cordial good-fellowship with all the bystanders . It was as though they were holding season tickets at the same theatre , becoming acquainted through seeing each other so often . `` Will it come ? ... Will it not come to-day ? ''