Five o'clock
`` What 's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet . '' But my impatience was of little avail , for before we left Government House Dr. Saugrain invited me to dinner at Émigré 's Retreat , and restless and impatient as I might be , I did not dare show myself there until the dinner-hour . Five o'clock found me sitting in the dear old living-room , awaiting , with trembling the entrance of madame and Pelagie . It was the same dear old room I had pictured to myself so often , and all the grand salons of Paris that I had seen since last I saw it did not make it look any the less cozy and homelike to my eyes . It was a warm spring afternoon , and the western windows were open , and the white curtains were stirring in the breeze , only there was no maiden in white on the low seat by the window , and no guitar and no Leon . I had but a moment to wait .