five o'clock in the afternoon
Lucien understood all the self-sacrifice and delicacy of love , fain of its reward . He looked into Coralie 's eyes . In a moment she had flung off her clothing and slipped like a serpent to Lucien 's side . At five o'clock in the afternoon Lucien was still sleeping , cradled in this voluptuous paradise . He had caught glimpses of Coralie 's chamber , an exquisite creation of luxury , a world of rose-color and white . He had admired Florine 's apartments , but this surpassed them in its dainty refinement . Coralie had already risen ; for if she was to play her part as the Andalusian , she must be at the theatre by seven o'clock .