two o’clock in the morning
`` Is this a woman ? '' thought that profound observer of human nature . `` How ought I to treat her ? '' Until two o'clock in the morning they spent their time in saying to each other the silly things that women of genius , like the princess , know how to make adorable . Diane pretended to be too worn , too old , too faded ; D'Arthez proved to her -LRB- facts of which she was well convinced -RRB- that her skin was the most delicate , the softest to the touch , the whitest to the eye , the most fragrant ; she was young and in her bloom , how could she think otherwise ? Thus they disputed , beauty by beauty , detail by detail with many : `` Oh ! do you think so ? ''