one o’clock
Poor Couture , who thought himself sure of wealth and a receiver-generalship ! '' `` I have a horror of that man , '' said Fabien ; `` I wish I might never see him again . '' `` I will not receive him any more , '' replied Madame Schontz , with a prudish little air . `` Now that we have come to an understanding , my Fabien , you must go ; it is one o'clock . '' This little scene gave birth in the household of Arthur and Aurelie -LRB- so completely happy until now -RRB- to a phase of domestic warfare produced in the bosom of all homes by some secret and alien interest in one of the partners . The next day when Arthur awoke he found Madame Schontz as frigid as that class of woman knows how to make herself . `` What happened last night ? ''