eleven o'clock
`` Now , then , we must take the baby home , '' said Maurice , signing to the boy . In the twinkling of an eye the human rag called Gustave was lifted into a chair , clothed in his topcoat and hat , dressed and spruced up , pushed down the spiral staircase , and landed in a cab . Then the prestidigitateur returned and performed his last trick by making the plate disappear upon which Maurice had thrown some money to pay the bill . It was not far from eleven o'clock when the comrades shook hands , in a thick fog , in which the gaslights looked like the orange pedlers ' paper lanterns . Ugh ! how damp it was ! `` Good-by . ''