Five o'clock
Hastings , embarrassed , said , `` Why no , I do n't agree with his ideas , nothing more . '' Clifford said `` Naturally , '' and slipping his arm through Hastings ' , strolled about with him , and introduced him to several of his own friends , at which all the nouveaux opened their eyes with envy , and the studio were given to understand that Hastings , although prepared to do menial work as the latest nouveau , was already within the charmed circle of the old , respected and feared , the truly great . The rest finished , the model resumed his place , and work went on in a chorus of songs and yells and every ear-splitting noise which the art student utters when studying the beautiful . Five o'clock struck , -- the model yawned , stretched and climbed into his trousers , and the noisy contents of six studios crowded through the hall and down into the street . Ten minutes later , Hastings found himself on top of a Montrouge tram , and shortly afterward was joined by Clifford . They climbed down at the rue Gay Lussac . `` I always stop here , '' observed Clifford , `` I like the walk through the Luxembourg . ''