five o'clock
And this throng of Eastern men , with dark , keen , shining eyes , with heavy , slumbrous eyes , with eyes glittering with the yellow fires of greed ; this throng , yellow-skinned , brown-skinned , black-skinned , with thin , expressive hands , with henna-tinted nails , with narrow , cunning wrists ; this throng that talked volubly , that gesticulated , that gazed , observing without self-consciousness , summing up without pity , whose eyes took all and gave nothing -- if he stepped out of the carriage , if he forsook the borrowed comforts and the borrowed delights of Europe , if he hid himself in this throng , would he not find himself for the first time ? He was sorry when the carriage drew up before the great terrace of the hotel . But he had not lost touch with the pageant . He realized that , almost with a sensation of exultation , when he came down from his room between four and five o'clock , and took a seat by the railing . `` Tea , sir ? '' He nodded to the German waiter . Somewhere a band was playing melodies of Europe .