six in the morning
Mildred answered that Mr. Fargus suffered from asthma , and hoped no further questions would be asked , so happy was she in the sense of real emancipation from the bondage of home -- so delighted was she in the spectacle of the great boulevard , now radiant with spring sunlight . She wondered at the large blue cravats of idlers , sitting in cafes freshly strewn with bright clean sand , at the aprons of the waiters , -- the waiters were now pouring out green absinthe , -- at the little shop girls in tight black dresses and frizzled hair , passing three together arm in arm ; all the boulevard amused and interested Mildred . It looked so different , she said , from what it had done four hours before . ` But none of us look our best at six in the morning , ' she added laughing , and her friends laughed too . Elsie and Cissy chattered of some project to dine with Walter , and go to the theatre afterwards , and incidentally Mildred learnt that Hopwood Blunt would not be in Paris before the end of the week . But where was the studio ? The _ kiosques _ were now open , the morning papers were selling briskly , the roadway was full of _ fiacres _ plying for hire , or were drawn up in lines three deep , the red waistcoated coachmen slept on their box-seats .