two o'clock
April 28th , 9 A.M. Hide your sketches , Sylvestre ; stuff them away in your portfolios , or your pockets ; I care little , for I bear Jeanne 's image in my heart , and can see it when I will , and I love her , I love her , I love her ! What is to become of her and of me I can not tell . I hope without knowing what or why , or when , and hope alone is comforting . This afternoon , at two o'clock , I met Lampron in the Boulevard St. Michel . He was walking fast with a portfolio under his arm . I went up to him . He looked annoyed , and hardly seemed pleased when I offered to accompany him .