about three o'clock in the afternoon
said the Gonaleuse , sadly ; `` oh , now , it is impossible ! At the moment even when she was showing so much benevolence toward me , such a blow to fall ! No , no-once more , it is impossible ! '' We will conduct the reader to the house in the Rue du Temple , the day of the suicide of M. d'Harville , about three o'clock in the afternoon . Pipelet , the porter , alone in the lodge , was occupied in mending a boot . The chaste porter was dejected and melancholy . As a soldier , in the humiliation of his defeat , passes his hand sadly over his scars , Pipelet breathed a profound sigh , stopped his work , and moved his trembling finger over the transverse fracture of his huge hat , made by an insolent hand .