eight o'clock in the morning
How that girl satisfies my artistic taste is simply wonderful . After the ball , came the pleasantest moment when , everybody gone , we sat down and had some tea . Wanting to see how the world looked outside , I drew back the heavy curtains . It was eight o'clock in the morning and a flood of daylight poured into the room . It was so perfectly blue , seen by the glare of the lamps , that it reminded me of the Capri grotto . And there stood Aniela , with that blue haze around her white shoulders . She looked so lovely that all my resolutions tottered and fell to pieces ; I felt positively grateful to her for this glimpse of beauty , as if it were her doing .