about five o’clock
`` Madame does not wish for the carriage ? '' `` No . '' And she left the house . It was about five o'clock . At that moment Bernard Jansoulet was crossing the doorway of the legislative chamber , his mother on his arm ; but poignant as was the drama enacted there , this one surpassed it -- more sudden , unforeseen , and without any stage effects . A drama between four walls , improvised in Paris day by day . Perhaps it is this which gives that vibration to the air of the city , that tremor which forces the nerves into activity .