six o'clock
He dreamed of gold , diamonds , lace , of princely luxury , but not of a human face and heart ; then about white clouds with his own monogram , over which there shone the coronet of a Count . When he opened his eyes , it was already daylight . He ran down from his improvised and uncomfortable bed , and went quickly to his apartment . First he looked at a clock and was surprised to find that it was already six o'clock , at which hour he usually began his work . When he entered his study he saw Father Guarini standing in the centre and smiling sweetly . The Jesuit put out his hand to him ; Brühl , confused and blushing slightly , kissed it . Before they spoke their eyes met .