six o'clock
And I am not at all eager to contemplate that specimen of the art of the maker of toilet articles which l'Opéra is , nor that bridge arch , l'arc de la Triomphe , nor that hollow chandelier , the Tour Eiffel ! It 's enough to see them separately , from the ground , as you turn a street corner . Well , I must go and dine , for I have an engagement with Hyacinthe and I must be back before eight . '' He went to a neighbouring wine shop where the dining-room , depopulated at six o'clock , permitted one to ruminate in tranquillity , while eating fairly sanitary food and drinking not too dangerously coloured wines . He was thinking of Mme. Chantelouve , but more of Docre . The mystery of this priest haunted him . What could be going on in the soul of a man who had had the figure of Christ tattooed on his heels the better to trample Him ?