nearly four o’clock
We will always be friends . '' `` I say , '' remarked the medical student , as they came to the end of a broad walk in the Jardin des Plantes , `` I saw the Michonneau and Poiret a few minutes ago on a bench chatting with a gentleman whom I used to see in last year 's troubles hanging about the Chamber of Deputies ; he seems to me , in fact , to be a detective dressed up like a decent retired tradesman . Let us keep an eye on that couple ; I will tell you why some time . Good-bye ; it is nearly four o'clock , and I must be in to answer to my name . '' When Eugene reached the lodging-house , he found Father Goriot waiting for him . `` Here , '' cried the old man , `` here is a letter from her . Pretty handwriting , eh ? ''