eleven o’clock
Birotteau 's neighbor was a small dealer in umbrellas , parasols , and canes , named Cayron , -- a man from Languedoc , doing a poor business , whom Cesar had several times befriended . Cayron wished nothing better than to confine himself to the ground-floor and let the rich perfumer take the floor above it , thus diminishing his rent . `` Well , neighbor , '' said Birotteau familiarly , as he entered the man 's shop , `` my wife consents to the enlargement of our premises . If you like , we will go and see Monsieur Molineux at eleven o'clock . '' `` My dear Monsieur Birotteau , '' said the umbrella-man , `` I have not asked you any compensation for this cession ; but you are aware that a good merchant ought to make money out of everything . '' `` What the devil ! '' cried Birotteau .