five o'clock
I love them all , the dear creatures , and they love me , though I am a Roumia and an unbeliever . I ought to be happy in their affection , helping them to success . And now I must run back to my flock , or the lambs will be getting into mischief . Au revoir -- five o'clock . You will find me waiting with Madame de Vaux . '' At luncheon , in the bare , cool dining-room of the hotel , Nevill was like a man in a dream . He sat half smiling , not knowing what he ate , hardly conscious of the talk and laughter of the French officers at another table .