three o’clock
Raising the corners of the muslin curtain , one could see the light of their lanterns glimmering through the darkness . The seats began to empty , some card-players were still left ; the musicians were cooling the tips of their fingers on their tongues . Charles was half asleep , his back propped against a door . * With almond milk At three o'clock the cotillion began . Emma did not know how to waltz . Everyone was waltzing , Mademoiselle d'Andervilliers herself and the Marquis ; only the guests staying at the castle were still there , about a dozen persons . One of the waltzers , however , who was familiarly called Viscount , and whose low cut waistcoat seemed moulded to his chest , came a second time to ask Madame Bovary to dance , assuring her that he would guide her , and that she would get through it very well .