Two o’clock
The hot water bubbled in the samovar ; a perfume of moist flowers slipped through the half-opened door with the blue reflection of the solanums that were clustering about it . A little more sun , more warmth , and here was his dream realized , his pretty Russian installed beside him , taking care of the garden of the baobab . Suddenly Sonia gave a jump . `` Two o'clock ! . . And the letters ? ''