three o'clock
`` Hell ! must I drink of shame to the very dregs ? '' `` Come now ! good luck -- be tender , charming , fond ; I run to Petit Jean : you will find me here until three o'clock ; later it will no longer be in time : the public prosecutor 's office is closed after four o'clock . '' Badinot took his departure . When the door was closed , Florestan was heard to cry , in profound despair , `` Lost ! '' During this conversation , which unmasked to the count the infamy of his son , and to Madame de Lucenay the infamy of the man whom she had so blindly loved , both remained immovable , scarcely breathing , under the weight of this frightful revelation .