two o'clock
Now and then a steam-tug with big raking smoke-pipe , bearing the name `` Guêpe 27 , '' ploughed up the river dragging its interminable train of barges , or a sailboat dropped down with the current toward sleepy Rouen . A faint fresh odour of earth and water hung in the air , and through the sunlight , orange-tipped butterflies danced above the marsh grass , soft velvety butterflies flapped through the mossy woods . Hastings was thinking of Valentine . It was two o'clock when Elliott strolled back , and frankly admitting that he had eluded Rowden , sat down beside Colette and prepared to doze with satisfaction . `` Where are your trout ? '' said Colette severely . `` They still live , '' murmured Elliott , and went fast asleep .