Five o’clock
`` These people are beside themselves . How could a war possibly break out in these days ? '' ... And after disposing of his doubts , which certainly would in a short time come up again , he thought of the joy of the moment , consulting his watch . Five o'clock ! She might come now at any minute ! He thought that he recognized her afar off in a lady who was passing through the grating by the rue Pasquier . She seemed to him a little different , but it occurred to him that possibly the Summer fashions might have altered her appearance .