eleven o’clock
-- Good-day , M. Fraisier , '' said the justice of the peace with a friendly air . `` There is a man with a head on his shoulders , '' remarked the justice 's clerk . `` The dog will go a long way . '' By this time it was eleven o'clock . The old German went like an automaton down the road along which Pons and he had so often walked together . Wherever he went he saw Pons , he almost thought that Pons was by his side ; and so he reached the theatre just as his friend Topinard was coming out of it after a morning spent in cleaning the lamps and meditating on the manager 's tyranny . `` Oh , shoost der ding for me ! ''