two o'clock
This time , I am not mad . I have seen -- I have seen -- I have seen ! -- I can doubt no longer -- I have seen it ! I was walking at two o'clock among my rose-trees , in the full sunlight -- in the walk bordered by autumn roses which are beginning to fall . As I stopped to look at a Geant de Bataille , which had three splendid blooms , I distinctly saw the stalk of one of the roses bend close to me , as if an invisible hand had bent it , and then break , as if that hand had picked it ! Then the flower raised itself , following the curve which a hand would have described in carrying it toward a mouth , and remained suspended in the transparent air , alone and motionless , a terrible red spot , three yards from my eyes . In desperation I rushed at it to take it !