two o'clock
Our eyes , raised to heaven , failed to see the night descending upon us , vast and silent , piercing the foliage with its first stars . Now and again a warm breath passed over us , blown from the woods ; I tasted its strangely sweet perfume ; I saw in glimpses the flying vision of a huge dark tulip , striped with gold , unfolding its petals on the moist bank of a dyke , and I asked myself whether a mysterious flower had really opened in the night , or whether it was but a new feeling , slowly budding , unfolding , blossoming within my heart . July 22d . At two o'clock to-day I went to see Sylvestre , to tell him all the great events of yesterday . We sat down on the old covered sofa in the shadow of the movable curtain which divides the studio , as it were , into two rooms , among the lay figures , busts , varnish-bottles , and paint-boxes . Lampron likes this chiaroscuro . It rests his eyes .