two o'clock
A jest Boche made about the thunder , saying that St. Peter was sneezing up there , failed to raise a smile . But , when the thunder-claps became less frequent and gradually died away in the distance , the wedding guests began to get impatient , enraged against the storm , cursing and shaking their fists at the clouds . A fine and interminable rain now poured down from the sky which had become an ashy grey . `` It 's past two o'clock , '' cried Madame Lorilleux . `` We ca n't stop here for ever . '' Mademoiselle Remanjou , having suggested going into the country all the same , even though they went no farther than the moat of the fortifications , the others scouted the idea : the roads would be in a nice state , one would not even be able to sit down on the grass ; besides , it did not seem to be all over yet , there might perhaps be another downpour . Coupeau , who had been watching a workman , completely soaked , yet quietly walking along in the rain , murmured : `` If that animal My-Boots is waiting for us on the Route de Saint-Denis , he wo n't catch a sunstroke . ''