twelve o'clock before
The same coloured orchid-mauve silk curtains as at Lucerne were drawn over the open windows , so the sun in high heaven seemed only as dawn in the room , filtering though the _ jalousies _ outside . But what was time ? Time counts as one lives , and Paul was living now . It was twelve o'clock before they were ready for their dainty breakfast , laid out under the balcony awning . And the lady talked tenderly and occupied herself with the fancies of her lord , as a new bride should . But all the time the mystery stayed in her eyes . And the thought came to Paul that were he to live with her for a hundred years , he would never be sure of their real meaning .