nearly five o'clock
said the little postman , seizing her hand and covering it with kisses ; `` you love some one else -- you are already betrothed ? And now it 's too late , and you love some one else ! '' `` I never said I loved some one else , '' Marie replied ; `` I only said it was too late . Why , it must be nearly five o'clock , and my lamps are not yet ready . I have n't a moment to spare . Dear me , and there is no oil in the can ; no , not one little drop ! `` The devil take the oil ! ''