ten o’clock in the morning
But she knew she would ; her rage was only half sincere . She longed to see Casimir , for she was confident that this time she would make him understand the situation ... `` For , as it is , it 's intolerable -- intolerable ! '' she muttered . It was ten o'clock in the morning of a grey day curiously lighted by pale flashes of sunshine . Searched by these flashes her room looked tumbled and grimed . She pulled down the window-blinds -- but they gave a persistent , whitish glare which was just as bad . The only thing of life in the room was a jar of hyacinths given her by the landlady 's daughter : it stood on the table exuding a sickly perfume from its plump petals ; there were even rich buds unfolding , and the leaves shone like oil .