five o'clock
He was but a man madly , blindly , passionately in love , and as soon as her light footsteps had died away within the house , he knelt down upon the terrace steps , and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden , and the stone balustrade there , where her tiny hand had rested last . When Marguerite reached her room , she found her maid terribly anxious about her . `` Your ladyship will be so tired , '' said the poor woman , whose own eyes were half closed with sleep . `` It is past five o'clock . '' `` Ah , yes , Louise , I daresay I shall be tired presently , '' said Marguerite , kindly ; `` but you are very tired now , so go to bed at once . I 'll get into bed alone . '' `` But , my lady ... '' `` Now , do n't argue , Louise , but go to bed .