Seven o’clock
And the landau , still rolling on , turned into the Rue de Rome . Justine had disappeared ; this vision of the past -- a past so different from the present -- had sunk into the shadowy twilight , with Thomas , the children , and the shop . At La Souleiade the table was set ; Martine had an eel from the Viorne , a _ sauted _ rabbit , and a leg of mutton . Seven o'clock was striking , and they had plenty of time to dine quietly . `` Do n't be uneasy , '' said Dr. Pascal to his nephew . `` We will accompany you to the station ; it is not ten minutes ' walk from here . As you left your trunk , you have nothing to do but to get your ticket and jump on board the train . ''