Five o’clock
He himself now very nigh dropped , his legs bending under him , and his stomach empty . And as the cuckoo clock struck five , he snatched at his crust of bread and devoured it . Thoroughly worn out , he broke it with trembling fingers , and scarcely chewed it , again standing before his picture , pursued by his passion to such a degree as to be unconscious even that he was eating . ` Five o'clock , ' said Sandoz , as he stretched himself , with his arms upraised . ` Let 's go and have dinner . Ah ! here comes Dubuche , just in time . '