nine o'clock in the evening
GEORGE L -- to PAUL B. , PARIS . ROZEL , _ 15th September _ . It 's nine o'clock in the evening , my dear friend , and you have just arrived from Germany . They hand you my letter , the post-mark of which informs you at once that I am absent from Paris . You indulge in a gesture of annoyance , and call me a vagabond . Nevertheless , you settle down in your best arm-chair , you open my letter , and you hear that I have been for the past five days domesticated in a flour-mill in Lower Normandy .