seven o’clock
''' cried one of them , to a sort of little , light-haired imp , with a well-favored and malign countenance , clinging to the acanthus leaves of a capital ; `` you are well named John of the Mill , for your two arms and your two legs have the air of four wings fluttering on the breeze . How long have you been here ? '' `` By the mercy of the devil , '' retorted Joannes Frollo , `` these four hours and more ; and I hope that they will be reckoned to my credit in purgatory . I heard the eight singers of the King of Sicily intone the first verse of seven o'clock mass in the Sainte-Chapelle . '' `` Fine singers ! '' replied the other , `` with voices even more pointed than their caps ! Before founding a mass for Monsieur Saint John , the king should have inquired whether Monsieur Saint John likes Latin droned out in a Provençal accent . ''