five o'clock
He declared himself tired of his useless life , disgusted with society ; it was always the same , one never found any truth , any sincerity . She would have liked to know what town-life was like but she was convinced beforehand that society would never be so pleasant as a country-life . The nearer their hearts drew to one another the more studiously did they address each other as `` monsieur '' and `` mademoiselle '' ; but they could not help their eyes smiling and their glances meeting , and it seemed to them that new and better feelings were entering their hearts , making them ready to love and take an interest in things they had before cared nothing about . When they returned from their walk they found that the baron had gone to a cave formed in the cliff , called the Chambre aux Desmoiselles , so they waited for him at the inn , where he did not appear till five o'clock , and then they started to go home . The boat glided along so smoothly that it hardly seemed to be moving ; the wind came in gentle puffs filling the sail one second only to let it flap loosely against the mast the next , and the tired sun was slowly approaching the sea . The stillness around made them all silent for a long while , but at last Jeanne said : `` How I should like to travel ! '' `` Yes , but it would be rather dull traveling alone , '' said the vicomte .