eleven o’clock at night
That 's my opinion , and I do n't mince it . '' `` I understand you , monsieur , '' said Phellion , who was arm-in-arm with Colleville . `` No , Monsieur Phellion , '' remarked Flavie in a shrill voice , `` you do n't understand Colleville ; but I know what he means , and I think he had better stop saying it . Such subjects are not to be talked of in the street , at eleven o'clock at night , and before a young lady . '' `` You are right , wife , '' said Colleville . When they reached the rue des Deux-Eglises , which Phellion was to take , they all stopped to say good-night , and Felix Phellion , who was bring up the rear , said to Colleville : -- `` Monsieur , your son Francois could enter the Ecole Polytechnique if he were well-coached ; I propose to you to fit him to pass the examinations this year . '' `` That 's an offer not to be refused !