seven o’clock
`` Rastignac repeated this business conversation to me in low tones ; and then , without giving me any voice in the matter , he replied : ``` We agree to your proposal . When can we call upon you to arrange the affair ? ' ``` Oh , well ! Come and dine here to-morrow at seven o'clock . ' `` We rose . Rastignac flung some money to the waiter , put the bill in his pocket , and we went out . I was quite stupified by the flippancy and ease with which he had sold my venerable aunt , la Marquise de Montbauron .