ten o’clock
`` Well , '' said Mascarin , throwing himself back in his chair with an air of affected impatience , `` let us have it . '' `` We had eight gents to dinner , all howling swells , but my master was the biggest masher of the lot . Madame was the only woman at table . Well , by ten o'clock , they had all had their whack of drink , and then they told the porter to keep the courtyard clear . What do you think they did then ? Why , they threw plates , glasses , knives , forks , and dishes bang out of the window . That is a regular swell fashion , so the waiter at Potier 's told me , and was introduced into Paris by a Russian . ''