evening, about six o'clock
`` Looks like a -- hoor , '' was the Belgian-Dutch verdict , a verdict which was obviously due to the costume of the lady in question almost as much as to the untemperamental natures sojourning at La Ferté . B. and I agreed that she and her children were the most beautiful people we had ever seen , or would ever be likely to see . So _ la soupe _ ended , and everybody belched and gasped and trumpeted up to The Enormous Room as usual . That evening , about six o'clock , I heard a man crying as if his heart were broken . I crossed The Enormous Room . Half-lying on his _ paillasse _ , his great beard pouring upon his breast , his face lowered , his entire body shuddering with sobs , lay The Wanderer . Several of the men were about him , standing in attitudes ranging from semi-amusement to stupid sympathy , listening to the anguish which -- as from time to time he lifted his majestic head -- poured slowly and brokenly from his lips .