seven o'clock
Frederick touched glasses with him . He had , out of complaisance , drunk a little too much . Besides , the strong sunlight dazzled him ; and when they went up the Rue Vivienne together again , their shoulders touched each other in a fraternal fashion . When he got home , Frederick slept till seven o'clock . After that he called on the Maréchale . She had gone out with somebody -- with Arnoux , perhaps ! Not knowing what to do with himself , he continued his promenade along the boulevard , but could not get past the Porte Saint-Martin , owing to the great crowd that blocked the way .