six pm
`` The Quarter is a law unto itself . Be a law unto yourself , Rex -- Good night , old chap . '' `` Good night , Braith , '' said Gethryn slowly . Thirion 's at six pm . Madame Thirion , neat and demure , sat behind her desk ; her husband , in white linen apron and cap , scuttled back and forth shouting , `` Bon ! Bon ! '' to the orders that came down the call trumpet .