five
to seven in the afternoon
How horrible it was ! ... It needed you , the Master ! '' They had again clasped hands and were smiling . Memories of the previous months were passing before their eyes , visions of their life from five to seven in the afternoon , dancing in the hotels of the Champs Elysees where the tango had been inexorably associated with a cup of tea . She appeared to tear herself away from these recollections , impelled by a tenacious obsession which had slipped from her mind in the first moments of their meeting . `` Do you know much about what 's happening ? Tell me all .