twelve o'clock
Michel Voss liked a profit , but he liked the habits of his country almost as well . One evening in September , about twelve months after the departure of George , Madame Voss took her seat at the table , and the young men of the place who had been waiting round the door of the hotel for a few minutes , followed her into the room . And there was M. Goudin , the Cure , with another young clergyman , his friend . On Sundays the Cure always dined at the hotel at half-past twelve o'clock , as the friend of the family ; but for his supper he paid , as did the other guests . I rather fancy that on week days he had no particular dinner ; and indeed there was no such formal meal given in the house of Michel Voss on week days . There was something put on the table about noon in the little room between the kitchen and the public window ; but except on Sundays it could hardly be called a dinner . On Sundays a real dinner was served in the room up-stairs , with soup , and removes , and entrees and the roti , all in the right place , -- which showed that they knew what a dinner was at the Lion d'Or ; -- but , throughout the week , supper was the meal of the day .