five o’clock
how shall I begin ? I can not invent faults ? It is that torn dress which has upset me . And there is Louise , who is to meet me at five o'clock at the dressmaker 's . It is impossible for me to collect myself . O God , do not turn away your face from me , and you , Lord , who can read in my soul -- Louise will wait till a quarter past five ; besides , the bodice fits -- there is only the skirt to try on . And to think that I had three sins only a minute ago . ''