five o'clock
When he entered his studio his colour scheme pleased him , and looking at the rafters he thought that the stained wood was handsome and appropriate . The grey carpet was soft under foot , and the lustre and form of a grand piano suggested Chopin and Schubert . His studio seemed to him a symbol of his own refinement , and being moved , perhaps , by the silence and the quiet of the north light , he took his violin , and turning from time to time to look on himself on the glass or his picture on the easel , he played Stradella 's `` Chanson d'Eglise . '' Then seeing , or rather thinking he saw , how he could improve his landscape , he took up his palette , and in a desultory and uncertain fashion he painted till five o'clock . `` It is no use , '' he thought , `` I can do nothing with it until I get a model , but the devil of it is , there are no models in Brighton -- at least , I do n't know where to go and look for one , and it is no use asking Sally or Maggie to sit . They 'll sit for five minutes , and then say they have some work to do at home , and must be off . You must have a professional model , a girl you pay a shilling an hour -- I might sling the hammock from there to here -- I wonder where I could get a girl who would do .