about one o'clock
Our colleagues shall be informed of it this very day ; and , this additional offence being added to the others , you will learn to your sorrow that Paris is not the Orient , and the human conscience is not shamefully traded in and bartered here as it is there . '' Thereupon , having driven the money-changer from the temple , the just man closed his door , and approaching the green curtain , said in a tone which sounded sweet as honey after his pretended anger : `` Was that about right , Baronne Marie ? '' That morning there was not , as usual , a grand breakfast-party at number 32 Place Vendôme . So that about one o'clock you might have seen M. Barreau 's majestic paunch arrayed in white linen displaying itself at the entrance to the porch , surrounded by four or five scullions in their paper caps and as many grooms in Scotch caps , -- an imposing group , which gave the sumptuous mansion the appearance of a hostelry , where the whole staff was taking a breath of fresh air between two arrivals . The resemblance was made complete by the cab stopping in front of the door and the driver lifting down an old-fashioned leather trunk , while a tall old woman in a yellow cap , an erect figure with a little green shawl over her shoulders , leaped lightly to the sidewalk , a basket on her arm , and looked carefully at the number , then approached the group of servants and asked if that was where M. Bernard Jansoulet lived . `` This is the place , '' was the reply . `` But he is n't in . ''