Four o’clock
She had taken the bouquet of violets and breathed the perfume to cool her feverishness . When , in crossing the Clos-Marie , he lifted his head , he saw that she was kissing the flowers . Scarcely had Felicien disappeared behind the willows , when Angelique was disturbed by hearing below the opening of the house-door . Four o'clock had just struck , and no one was in the habit of getting up until two hours later . Her surprise increased when she recognised Hubertine , as it was always Hubert who went down the first . She saw her follow slowly the walks of the narrow garden , her arms hanging listlessly at her sides , as if , after a restless , sleepless night , a feeling of suffocating , a need of breathing the fresh air , had made her leave her room so early . And Hubertine was really very beautiful , with her clothes so hastily put on ; and she seemed very weary -- happy , but in the deepest grief .