four o'clock
`` What can I do for you , Miss Pauline ? '' said Kilian , throwing himself down on the grass at my feet . I could not sit down for very impatience , but was walking restlessly about , and was now standing for a moment by a great tree under which the table had been spread . It was four o'clock , and there was only vague talk of going home ; the horses had not yet been brought up , the baskets were not a quarter packed . Every one was indolent , and a good deal tired ; the gentlemen were smoking , and no one seemed in a hurry . When Kilian said , `` What can I do for you . Miss Pauline ? ''