midnight
He was deplorably dirty and suggested a scarecrow , and the English editor looked nervous when I offered an introduction . Still , Janiaud was Janiaud . The offer was accepted , and Janiaud discoursed in his native tongue . At midnight the Editor ordered supper . Being unfamiliar with the Café du Bon Vieux Temps in those days , I said that I would drink beer . Janiaud smiled sardonically , and the waiter surprised us with the information that beer could not be supplied . `` What ? ''