about six o'clock
The baron looked into her eyes , and said with a smile : `` I thought as much , mademoiselle . '' Until that evening Jeanne hardly knew what she was doing . She went through everything mechanically , feeling thoroughly worn out with fatigue , although she had done nothing to tire her . The vicomte came about six o'clock and found her sitting with her mother under the plane-tree , and Jeanne 's heart beat wildly as the young man came calmly towards them . He kissed the baroness 's fingers , then , raising the young girl 's trembling hand to his lips , he imprinted on it a long , tender kiss of gratitude . The happy betrothal time began . The young couple spent their days sitting on the slope leading to the waste land beyond the wood , or walking up and down the baroness 's avenue , she with her eyes fixed on the dusty track her mother 's foot had made , he talking of the future .