five o'clock
What I have found in thee ; But , though naught to the world , dear heart ! Thou ` rt all the world to me . '' Gerald Massey . Mademoiselle Laurentia was sitting at her five o'clock tea-table , a dainty little wicker-work affair , covered with delicate china of palest pink , blue and green tints . The cups and saucers were clustered invitingly round a huge old-fashioned silver teapot , and , on the nob of the little fire-place a kettle was singing away merrily . A great rug of white bear-skin was stretched on the floor , and curled up comfortably in its warmest corner lay a large Persian cat , which , at the entrance of the visitor , merely turned languidly to see whether he had a dog , and then sank into sleep again . A very homelike scene it was that Eugène Lacroix was ushered upon that summer afternoon , and the greeting of his hostess set him at once at his ease .