eight in the
morning
It is a matter of opinion . Our pigeon has insulted my hawk . They will meet to-morrow in the redoubt at Clignancourt . By half-past eight in the morning Mlle. Taillefer , calmly dipping her bread and butter in her coffee cup , will be sole heiress of her father 's fortune and affections . A funny way of putting it , is n't it ? Taillefer 's youngster is an expert swordsman , and quite cocksure about it , but he will be bled ; I have just invented a thrust for his benefit , a way of raising your sword point and driving it at the forehead . I must show you that thrust ; it is an uncommonly handy thing to know . ''