five o’clock in the
evening
No , I thought I should go mad . Those black faces , the great white patches made by the dresses , the gloves , the orange-blossoms , the unlucky bride , looking like a queen of Niam-niam under her wreath merging indistinguishably into her hair . And all of them so full of good-will , of encouragements to the artist . I began them over again at least twenty times , and kept them till five o'clock in the evening . And then they only left me because it was time for dinner . Can you imagine that wedding-day passed at a photographer 's ? '' While Andre was recounting to him with this good humour the troubles of his life , Paul recalled the tirade of Felicia that day when Bohemians had been mentioned , and all that she had said to Jenkins of their lofty courage , avid of privations and trials .