three o’clock in the afternoon
So the Clos was quite deserted . It was a delicious , fresh solitude , with its clusters of pale-green willows , its high poplar-trees , and especially its verdure , its overflowing of deep-rooted wild herbs and grasses , so high that they came up to one 's shoulders . A quivering silence came from the two neighbouring parks , whose great trees barred the horizon . After three o'clock in the afternoon the shadow of the Cathedral was lengthened out with a calm sweetness and a perfume of evaporated incense . Angelique continued to beat the linen harder still , with all the force of her well-shaped white arms . `` Oh , mother dear ! You can have no idea how hungry I shall be this evening !