four in the afternoon
`` But these are the facts ? '' `` My boy , do you not know all the judicial romances with which clients impose on their attorneys ? If the attorneys condemned themselves to state nothing but the truth , they would not earn enough to keep their office open . '' Next day , at four in the afternoon , a very stout dame , looking a good deal like a cask dressed up in a gown and belt , mounted Judge Popinot 's stairs , perspiring and panting . She had , with great difficulty , got out of a green landau , which suited her to a miracle ; you could not think of the woman without the landau , or the landau without the woman . `` It is I , my dear sir , '' said she , appearing in the doorway of the judge 's room . `` Madame Jeanrenaud , whom you summoned exactly as if I were a thief , neither more nor less . ''