one o'clock
On the third evening , when he had removed all signs of his work , he lighted two kerosene lamps and two candles , finding the effect , under this illumination , almost too brilliant and beautiful for belief . Rose should never see it now , he determined , until the furniture was in place . They had already chosen the kitchen and bedroom things , though they would not be needed for some months ; but the rest was to wait until summer , when there would be the hay-money to spend . Stephen did not go back to the River Farm till one o'clock that night ; the pink bedroom held him in fetters too powerful to break . It looked like the garden of Eden , he thought . To be sure , it was only fifteen feet square ; Eden might have been a little larger , possibly , but otherwise the pink bedroom had every advantage . The pattern of roses growing on a trellis was brighter than any flower-bed in June ; and the border -- well , if the border had been five dollars a foot Stephen would not have grudged the money when he saw the twenty running yards of rosy bloom rioting under the white ceiling .