Four o’clock
Besides , nothing was worth the trouble of seeking it ; everything was a lie . Every smile hid a yawn of boredom , every joy a curse , all pleasure satiety , and the sweetest kisses left upon your lips only the unattainable desire for a greater delight . A metallic clang droned through the air , and four strokes were heard from the convent-clock . Four o'clock ! And it seemed to her that she had been there on that form an eternity . But an infinity of passions may be contained in a minute , like a crowd in a small space . Emma lived all absorbed in hers , and troubled no more about money matters than an archduchess .