five o'clock
The _ concierge _ looked into her palm , and seeing the value of the coin , smiled , hesitated , put her finger to her lip , and said : -- '' _ Ma foi _ , M'sieur , I believe I have no business to allow it ; but -- to oblige a gentleman like you -- if there was nobody about -- '' I nodded . We understood each other sufficiently , and no more was needed . Once out of the house , Medemoiselle Josephine pouted , and took upon herself to be sulky -- a disposition which was by no means lessened when , after traversing the park in various directions in search of the bridal company , we found that they had gone out long ago by a gate at the other side of the estate , and were by this time piping , most probably , in the adjoining parish . It was now five o'clock ; so we hastened back through the village , cast a last glance at the grim old tower on its steep solitude , consigned ourselves to the yellow omnibus , and in due time were once more flying along the iron road towards Paris . The rapid motion , the dignity of occupying a first-class seat , and , above all , the prospects of an excellent dinner , soon brought my fair companion round again , and by the time we reached the Moulin Rouge , she was all vivacity and good temper . The less I say about that dinner the better . I am humiliated when I recall all that I suffered , and all that she did .