ten o'clock
`` Let the dog out . '' Tartar could not have been held in by both of them . He jumped to the ground with joyous barks of recognition . It was now ten o'clock , and the usual odors of a Parisian second breakfast permeated the atmosphere of the cabaret . Four or five rough-looking men were lounging about , gossiping over their absinthe or apératif . Monsieur Podvin was already , at this early hour in the day , on his second bottle of ordinaire . Opposite , as usual , sat le Cochon .