Five o’clock
He would never get on without me . '' `` No , no , I wish -- you must -- a few minutes more . '' And the baroness threw a furtive look on the ancient and sumptuous clock in a corner of the room . Five o'clock already , and the great Afchin not arrived . The Levantines began to laugh behind their fans . Happily tea was just being served , also Spanish wines , and a crowd of delicious Turkish cakes which were only to be had in that house , whose receipts , brought away with her by the favourite , had been preserved in the harem , like some secrets of confectionery on our convents . That made a diversion .