six o’clock
`` Then tell it to me ! '' cried Rabourdin , angry for the first time since his marriage . `` There ! it is half-past six o'clock ; finish shaving and dress at once , '' she cried hastily , after the fashion of women when pressed on a point they are not ready to talk of . `` I must go ; we 'll adjourn the discussion , for I do n't want to be nervous on a reception-day . Good heavens ! the poor soul ! ''