five o’clock
Perhaps I am mad to think that . Perhaps it was only a feeling of pity . But no , it was something more than pity , for do you know what she did the next morning ? She came at five o'clock , in the most frightful weather , to see me pass with the regiment -- and then -- the way she bade me adieu -- oh , my friend , my dear old friend ! '' `` But then , '' said the poor Cure , completely bewildered , completely at a loss , `` but then , I do not understand you at all . If you love her , Jean , and if she loves you ? '' `` But that is , above all , the reason why I must go .