four in the afternoon
`` A black room ? '' `` We fear the flies . '' `` I see . '' `` Till four in the afternoon I , my wife , and my children sleep in the black room . At that hour I rise once more , and go quietly to the Café Maure in old Biskra , near my house . I play cards there for five coffees till seven o'clock . At seven the mosquitoes arrive , and prevent us from playing any more . ''