five o'clock
`` Hate him ? Faith , no ; that would be admitting that he interested me . '' The Chevalier and the poet carried axes . They had been laboring since five o'clock that morning superintending the construction of a wharf . In truth , they were well worth looking at : the boyishness of one and the sober manliness of the other , the clear eyes , tanned skin , the quick , strong limbs . The poet 's eye was always roving , and he quickly saw the two women in the window above . `` Paul , is not that a woman to be loved ? ''