four o'clock
For a moment the boy hesitated . Then he turned scarlet . `` N-neither do I , '' he said . * * * * * It was four o'clock by the time we reached Lannemezan , so , after a little discussion , my wife and Berry and I determined to cut Bagnères-de-Bigorre out of our itinerary and return to Pau by the way by which we had come . Whether the others , who were ahead of us , had come to the same decision , we could not tell . Berry was driving like a professional . The fact , however , that between Lannemezan and Tarbes the pleasant road was littered with more dog-carts and bullock-waggons than one would have expected any three departments of France to be able to furnish , tended to cramp his style .