Seven o'clock
And behold ! now in the glass cage of the shop there is a slender and beautiful young girl sitting at the side of Madame Bayard , who already shows some silver threads in her black bands . It is Norine now who writes in the great ledger with leather corners , while her adopted mother plies her needles on some embroidery . Seven o'clock ! Time that they came home , and the shop must be closed against the November wind which is twisting and turning the flames of the gas-jets . Look at them now : Bayard grown stout , portly , and covered with trinkets , while Leon , who has just entered the first class in pharmacy , has actually become a fine-looking young fellow . `` Good-day , Mimi ; good-day , Norine !