two in
the morning
`` Six hours to live , '' she murmured . `` Can I have slept ? '' she cried toward morning , wakening with one of those sudden movements which rouse us when we have made ourselves a promise to wake at a certain hour . `` Yes , I have slept , '' she thought , seeing by the light of the candles that the hands of the clock were pointing to two in the morning . She turned and looked at the sleeping marquis , lying like a child with his head on one hand , the other clasping his wife 's hand , his lips half smiling as though he had fallen asleep while she kissed him . `` Ah ! '' she whispered to herself , `` he sleeps like an infant ; he does not distrust me -- me , to whom he has given a happiness without a name . ''