ten o'clock at night
If you want to reach an approximate idea of the piercing cries which answered him , go to the _ Jardin des Plantes _ at the breakfast hour of the birds of prey , and try to pull the meat out of their beaks . Fougas stopped his ears and remained inexorable . Prayers , arguments , misrepresentations , flatteries , cringings , glanced off from him like rain from a zinc roof . But at ten o'clock at night , when he had concluded that all concurrence was impossible , he took his hat : `` Good evening ! '' said he . `` It 's no longer a million that I must have , but two millions , and all over . We 'll go to law .