six o'clock
`` Pooh ! pooh ! '' shouted the other , `` I see your trouble -- you have no acquaintances . It is six o'clock ; come with me to dinner , and you shall know half of Paris , men and women . '' They filed down the tortuous Rue Jacob , now thrice gloomy by the closing shadows of evening , and turning into the Rue de Seine , stopped before the doorway of a little painted _ boutique _ , whereon was written '' _ Cremery du Quartier Latin _ . '' A tall , sallow , bright-eyed Frenchman was seated at a fragment of counter within the smallest apartment in the world , and addressing this man as `` Père George '' the stranger passed through a second sash doorway and introduced Ralph Flare to the most miscellaneous and democratic assemblage that he had ever beheld in his life . Two long yellow tables reached lengthwise down a long , narrow _ salon _ , the floor whereof was made of tiles , and the light whereof fizzed and flamed from two unruly burners .