eight o'clock
They had fallen in love with each other five years ago , Ramuntcho and Gracieuse , when they were still children . And such loves , when by chance the awakening of the senses confirms instead of destroying them , become in young heads something sovereign and exclusive . They had never thought of saying this to each other , they knew it so well ; never had they talked together of the future which did not appear possible to one without the other . And the isolation of this mountain village where they lived , perhaps also the hostility of Dolores to their naive , unexpressed projects , brought them more closely together -- `` To-night , at eight o'clock , say if you will be on the square to dance with me ? '' `` Yes -- '' replies the little girl , fixing on her friend eyes of sadness , a little frightened , as well as of ardent tenderness . `` Sure ? '' asked Ramuntcho again , whom these eyes make anxious .