six o'clock
These cakes are not very sweet . Yes , I was M'sieur Michelin 's model . Yes , it is a beautiful picture . '' The crowd thinned towards six o'clock , and there was no one now at the far end of the room but a man who seemed to be looking at the sketches on the screen . Olive thought she might take a cup of tea herself , and she was pouring it out when he turned and came towards her . It was Tor di Rocca . `` Ah , '' he said smilingly , `` the girl in Michelin 's picture reminded me of you , but I did not realise that you were indeed the ` Jeune Fille . '