eight o'clock in the evening
He did not get off again until they reached Dantzic ; he did not even put his nose to the window ; he sucked solitary consolation from his porcelain pipe , on which Leda caressed her swan and smiled not . Wearisome , wearisome journey ! But he did reach home nevertheless . It was eight o'clock in the evening ; the old domestic was waiting with ropes to sling his master 's trunk on his back . No more alarming figures , no more mocking laughs ! The history of the soup was fallen into the great forgotten , like one of M. Heller 's speeches . In the baggage room , Meiser had already seized the handle of a black leather trunk , when , at the other end , he saw the spectre of Fougas , which was pulling in the opposite direction , and seemed inclined to dispute possession .