ten minutes to seven
_ Tiens , mon café ! Hélas non _ , Madame Bathilde , I am but this moment awake -- what time is it ? '' Just inside the door of Madame Chalumeau 's shop , Au Gout Parisien , hung a clock . `` It is ten minutes to seven . '' '' _ Eh , bien , au revoir _ , Madame Bathilde -- I must go and set things going in my small household . Alas , poor Joséphine ! '' Madame Chalumeau shook her head with great gravity .