eleven
o'clock
On the white marble mantlepiece , from beneath which the fire throws ruddy beams on the ermine carpet , is the usual basket filled with a bush of red camellias , in the midst of their shining green leaves . A pleasant aromatic odor , rising from a warm and perfumed bath in the next room , penetrates every corner of the bed-chamber . All without is calm and silent . It is hardly eleven o'clock . The ivory door , opposite to that which leads to the bath-room , opens slowly . Djalma appears . Two hours have elapsed since he committed a double murder , and believed that he had killed Adrienne in a fit of jealous fury .