seven o’clock
Happy Amedee ! He was not yet twenty years old ! One sombre , misty , winter morning , as Amedee lingered in his bed , his father entered , bringing him a letter that the wife of the concierge had just brought up . The letter was from Maurice , inviting his friend to dinner that evening at seven o'clock at Foyots , to meet some of his former companions at the Lycee Henri IV . `` Will you excuse me for not dining with you this evening , papa ? '' said Amedee , joyfully . `` Maurice Roger entertains us at a restaurant . ''