eight o'clock
After that , we shall set ourselves to wait for something else . Hunger and thirst are urgent instincts which formidably excite the temper of my companions . As the meal gets later they become grumblesome and angry . Their need of food and drink snarls from their lips -- `` That 's eight o'clock . Now , why the hell does n't it come ? '' `` Just so , and me that 's been pining since noon yesterday , '' sulks Lamuse , whose eyes are moist with longing , while his cheeks seem to carry great daubs of wine-colored grease-paint . Discontent grows more acute every minute .