four o'clock in the afternoon
Lucien had not guessed as yet that Mme. de Bargeton 's love was grafted on pride . He made another mistake when he failed to discern the meaning of certain smiles which flitted over Louise 's lips from time to time ; and instead of keeping himself to himself , he indulged in the playfulness of the young rat emerging from his hole for the first time . The travelers were set down before daybreak at the sign of the Gaillard-Bois in the Rue de l'Echelle , both so tired out with the journey that Louise went straight to bed and slept , first bidding Lucien to engage the room immediately overhead . Lucien slept on till four o'clock in the afternoon , when he was awakened by Mme. de Bargeton 's servant , and learning the hour , made a hasty toilet and hurried downstairs . Louise was sitting in the shabby inn sitting-room . Hotel accommodation is a blot on the civilization of Paris ; for with all its pretensions to elegance , the city as yet does not boast a single inn where a well-to-do traveler can find the surroundings to which he is accustomed at home . To Lucien 's just-awakened , sleep-dimmed eyes , Louise was hardly recognizable in this cheerless , sunless room , with the shabby window-curtains , the comfortless polished floor , the hideous furniture bought second-hand , or much the worse for wear .