six o'clock
Was he still bound for the Duvillard mansion in the Rue Godot-de-Mauroy ? He no longer knew . Then the exasperating remembrance , with its cruel irony , returned to him . Since Laveuve was dead , of what use was it for him to kill time and perambulate the pavements pending the arrival of six o'clock ? The idea that he had a home , and that the most simple course would be to return to it , did not even occur to him . He felt as if there were something of importance left for him to do , though he could not possibly tell what it might be . It seemed to him to be everywhere and yet very far away , to be so vague and so difficult of accomplishment that he would certainly never be in time or have sufficient power to do it .