nearly five o'clock
Even the priest laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks , and Dalrymple , heavy-hearted as he was , could not help joining in the general shout . As for the old gentleman , the victim of this elaborate practical joke , he glared at us all round , swore that it was a premeditated insult from beginning to end , and , swelling with suppressed rage , flung himself back into his corner , and looked resolutely in the opposite direction . By this time we were half-way to Paris , and the student , satisfied with his success , packed up his folio , brought out a great meerschaum with a snaky tube , and smoked like a factory-chimney . When we alighted , it was nearly five o'clock . `` What shall we do next ? '' said Dalrymple , pulling drearily at his moustache . `` I am so deuced dull to-day that I am ashamed to ask anybody to do me the charity to dine with me -- especially a _ bon garçon _ like Herr Müller . ''