five o'clock
`` Where for ? '' said I , in a whisper . `` La Plaine de Grenelle , '' said the person beside me , in a low tone . `` He was guillotined at five o'clock . '' A sick shudder ran through me ; and though the governor continued his oration , I heard not a word he spoke , nor could I arouse myself from the stupor until the cheers of the party , at the conclusion of the harangue , awoke me . `` The morning looks fine enough for a walk , '' said the man beside me . `` What say you to the gardens ? ''