seven o'clock
We 're not here to cut each other 's throats , you know , and we 've got a deadly half year ahead of us . What say ? '' For answer the two lawyers arose and shook hands with the excellent Enemy . When they started for the château at seven o'clock , each with six mint juleps about his person , they were too mellow for analysis . The Enemy , who had drunk but little , took an arm of each and piloted them sturdily through the town . `` I 'd walk up to the château if I were you , '' he said , when they clamoured for a jinriksha apiece . `` It will help pass away the time . ''