four o’clock
My mother refuses to see you again ; I must therefore lose the happiness of our evenings ; but surely you will not deprive me of the brief moments I can spend at your window ? This evening , then -- Nothing can separate us . `` Take this to her , my old woman ; she must not be unhappy one moment longer . '' That afternoon at four o'clock , returning from the walk which he always took expressly to pass before Ursula 's house , Savinien found his mistress waiting for him , her face a little pallid from these sudden changes and excitements . `` It seems to me that until now I have never known what the pleasure of seeing you is , '' she said to him . `` You once said to me , '' replied Savinien , smiling , -- `` for I remember all your words , -- ` Love lives by patience ; we will wait ! ' Dear , you have separated love from faith .