four in the afternoon
Now I found myself plunged into more uproarious waters than I had ever known I , who had hoped to begin a life of usefulness and peace , was forced to dwell in the midst of a riot , pursuing my extraordinary charge . There is no need that I should describe those days and nights . They remain in my memory as a confusion of bad music , crowds , motor-cars and champagne of which Poor Jr. was a distributing centre . He could never be persuaded to the Louvre , the Carnavalet , or the Luxembourg ; in truth , he seldom rose in time to reach the museums , for they usually close at four in the afternoon . Always with the same inscrutable meekness of countenance , each night he methodically danced the cake-walk at Maxim 's or one of the Montemarte restaurants , to the cheers of acquaintances of many nationalities , to whom he offered libations with prodigal enormity . He carried with him , about the boulevards at night , in the highly powerful car he had hired , large parties of strange people , who would loudly sing airs from the Folie-Rouge -LRB- to my unhappy shudderings -RRB- all the way from the fatiguing Bal Bullier to the Cafe ' de Paris , where the waiters soon became affluent . And how many of those gaily dressed and smiling ladies whose bright eyes meet yours on the veranda of the Theatre Marigny were provided with excessive suppers and souvenir fans by the inexhaustible Poor Jr. !