nearly six o'clock
-- the scoundrel ! '' Madame Barbançon evidently thought it entirely superfluous to mention the object of her execration by name . `` Come , Mother Barbançon , you had better give us our coffee now , '' interposed the commander . `` It is nearly six o'clock . '' `` Well , monsieur , that wretch whom you admire so much , on the day of his marriage with Marie Louise , behaved more cruelly than any tiger to that darling little King of Rome , who , clasping his tiny hands , pleaded in his fresh , sweet voice : ` Papa Emperor , do not desert poor Mamma Josephine . ' '' `` Oh , yes , yes ; I remember it very well , '' replied Gerald , with wonderful _ sang-froid _ . `` You are speaking of the King of Rome , Josephine 's son . ''