two o’clock
It was ten o'clock ; the artist was sleeping . Upon returning at midday , he learned that the heavy sleep still continued . Soon after lunch , another visit to get better news . It was two o'clock , the young gentleman was just arising . So the father would retire , muttering stormily -- `` But when does this painter ever paint ? '' ... At first Julio had tried to win renown with his brush , believing that it would prove an easy task . In true artist fashion , he collected his friends around him , South American boys with nothing to do but enjoy life , scattering money ostentatiously so that everybody might know of their generosity .