seven o'clock
said Nicholas , pouring out drink ; `` come , drink with us , mother ; it will make you more lively . '' The widow shook her head , drew back her glass , and said to her son , `` And the man at the Quai de Billy ? '' `` Well , '' said Nicholas , continuing to eat and drink . `` On arriving at the wharf , I tied up my boat , and mounted on the wharf ; seven o'clock struck at the military bakehouse of Chaillot ; I could hardly see my hand before my face . I walked up and down for about fifteen minutes , when I heard some one walk softly behind me . I stopped ; a man wrapped in a cloak approached , coughing ; he halted . All that I know of his face is , that his cloak hid his nose , and his hat covered his eyes . ''