six o’clock
These words of an old poet came back to my memory : `` Happy is he who , like Ulysses , hath made a goodly journey . '' ... `` Well , '' I thought to myself , `` I travelled to no purpose ; I have come back with empty hands ; but , like Ulysses , I made a goodly journey . '' And having taken my last sip of coffee , I asked Therese for my hat and cane , which she gave me not without dire suspicions ; she feared I might be going upon another journey . But I reassured her by telling her to have dinner ready at six o'clock . It had always been a keen pleasure for me to breathe the air in those Parisian streets whose every paving-slab and every stone I love devotedly . But I had an end in view , and I took my way straight to the Rue Lafitte . I was not long in find the establishment of Signor Rafael Polizzi .