four
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cried Frank , pretending to start . `` I perceive his magnificent scorn did n't quite annihilate you ; I think , though , he was three hours embellishing himself to-night . '' `` Frank , that 's impossible ! '' cried Louis , laughing , `` for it was four o'clock when he went , and it 's only half-past six now . '' `` Cease your speech , and eat your booty : I dare say it is sweet enough ; sweetness is the usual concomitant of goods so obtained . '' `` What do you mean , Frank ? '' asked Louis .