two in the afternoon
May 5th . A letter from M. Mouillard breathing fire and fury . Were I not so low spirited I could laugh at it . He would have liked me , after taking my degree at two in the afternoon , to take the train for Bourges the same evening , where my uncle , his practice , and provincial bliss awaited me . M. Mouillard 's friends had had due notice , and would have come to meet me at the station . In short , I am an ungrateful wretch . At least I might have fixed the hour of my imminent arrival , for I can not want to stop in Paris with nothing there to detain me .