six in the morning
He was like a knight of old , metamorphosed by magic spells , who sought the potions which should restore him to his fair and proper form . Philip had only one hope . Mildred greatly desired to go to Paris . To her , as to most English people , it was the centre of gaiety and fashion : she had heard of the Magasin du Louvre , where you could get the very latest thing for about half the price you had to pay in London ; a friend of hers had passed her honeymoon in Paris and had spent all day at the Louvre ; and she and her husband , my dear , they never went to bed till six in the morning all the time they were there ; the Moulin Rouge and I do n't know what all . Philip did not care that if she yielded to his desires it would only be the unwilling price she paid for the gratification of her wish . He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion . He had even had a mad , melodramatic idea to drug her .