five o'clock
But here and there dazzling white peaks glistened like frozen tidal waves against the blue , and the Dranse had a particular charm of its own . Joseph said little when I patronised the Pass with a few grudging words of commendation . He had the secretive smile of a man who hides something up his sleeve . It was five o'clock when we arrived at Bourg St. Pierre , and having climbed a dark and hilly street , closely shut in with houses which age had not made beautiful , Joseph pointed out a neat , white inn , standing at the left of the road . `` That is the ` Déjeuner de Napoléon , ' '' said he , `` and near by are some Roman remains which will interest Monsieur if -- '' `` By Jove , two donkeys ! '' I broke in , heedless of antiquities , in my surprise at seeing two of those animals which experience had taught me to look upon as more rare than Joseph 's `` seldom plant . '' `` Two donkeys in front of the inn .