five in the morning
The dawn began to break . When I reached the Rue d'Antin the great city stirred a little before quite awakening . Five o'clock struck at the church of Saint Roch at the moment when I entered Marguerite 's house . I called out my name to the porter , who had had from me enough twenty-franc pieces to know that I had the right to call on Mlle. Gautier at five in the morning . I passed without difficulty . I might have asked if Marguerite was at home , but he might have said `` No , '' and I preferred to remain in doubt two minutes longer , for , as long as I doubted , there was still hope . I listened at the door , trying to discover a sound , a movement .