five o’clock
I shall still be pretty for a while ; make the most of it , but ask nothing more . '' When she had gone , I was frightened at the solitude in which she left me . Two hours afterward I was still sitting on the side of the bed , looking at the pillow which kept the imprint of her form , and asking myself what was to become of me , between my love and my jealousy . At five o'clock , without knowing what I was going to do , I went to the Rue d'Antin . Nanine opened to me . `` Madame can not receive you , '' she said in an embarrassed way . `` Why ? ''