four o'clock
exclaimed the vindictive housekeeper , as she counted the money the young man had just handed her . `` Such a capital idea ! '' `` What is it , Mother Barbançon ? '' `` That scoundrel will be back here at four o'clock , and I 'm going to make up a hot fire in my cook-stove and put thirty of these five-franc pieces in it , and when that monster of a M. Bouffard comes , I 'll tell him to wait a minute , and then I 'll go and take the money out with my tongs and pile the coins up on the table , and then I 'll say to him , ` There 's your money ; take it . ' That will be fine , M. Olivier , wo n't it . The law does n't forbid that , does it ? '' `` So you want to fire red-hot bullets at all the rich grocers , do you ? ''