four o’clock
Mr. O'Leary had scarcely concluded the narrative of his second adventure , when the grey light of the breaking day was seen faintly struggling through the half-closed curtains , and apprising us of the lateness of the hour . `` I think we shall just have time for one finishing flask of Chambertin , '' said O'Leary , as he emptied the bottle into his glass . `` I forbid the bans , for one , '' cried Trevanion . `` We have all had wine enough , considering what we have before us this morning ; and besides you are not aware it is now past four o'clock . So garcon -- garcon , there -- how soundly the poor fellow sleeps -- let us have some coffee , and then inquire if a carriage is in waiting at the corner of the Rue Vivienne . '' The coffee made its appearance , very much , as it seemed , to Mr. O'Leary 's chagrin , who , however , solaced himself by sundry petits verres , to correct the coldness of the wine he had drank , and at length recovered his good humour . `` Do you know , now , '' said he , after a short pause , in which we had all kept silence , `` I think what we are about to do , is the very ugliest way of finishing a pleasant evening .