four in the morning
I mean to kill this rapscallion , but I mean to kill him fairly . '' He unbolted the trap-door and immediately Cazaio stood upon the roof , his sword drawn . Achille Cazaio stared at the tranquil woman , and now his countenance was less that of a satyr than of a demon . `` At four in the morning ! I congratulate you , Monsieur Bulmaire , '' he said , -- `` Oh , decidedly , I congratulate you . '' `` Thank you , '' said John Bulmer , sword in hand ; `` yes , we were married yesterday . '' Cazaio drew a pistol from his girdle and fired full in John Bulmer 's face ; but the latter had fallen upon one knee , and the ball sped harmlessly above him .