two o'clock
I saw that she was as lonely in this great house as I had been at St. Quentin . She would have talked delightedly to M. le Comte 's dog . `` Mademoiselle , '' I said , `` I would like well to tell you what has been happening to my M. Étienne this last month , if you are not afraid to stay long enough to hear it . '' `` Oh , every one is asleep long ago ; it is past two o'clock . Yes , you may tell me if you wish . '' She sat down on a praying-cushion , motioning me to the other , and I began my tale . At first she listened with a little air of languor , as if the whole were of slight consequence and she really did not care at all what M. le Comte had been about these five weeks .