six in the morning
The young man , hearing these words rather more distinctly than all the others , thought it time to retire . Coming back to the world of ordinary ideas , he found a few commonplace remarks to make , took leave of the Baroness , her daughter , and the two strangers , and went away , wholly possessed by the first raptures of true love , without attempting to analyze the little incidents of the evening . On the morrow the young painter felt the most ardent desire to see Adelaide once more . If he had followed the call of his passion , he would have gone to his neighbor 's door at six in the morning , when he went to his studio . However , he still was reasonable enough to wait till the afternoon . But as soon as he thought he could present himself to Madame de Rouville , he went downstairs , rang , blushing like a girl , shyly asked Mademoiselle Leseigneur , who came to let him in , to let him have the portrait of the Baron . `` But come in , '' said Adelaide , who had no doubt heard him come down from the studio .