five o'clock at night
Really , I thought I should go mad . Those black faces , the great white daubs for the dress , the gloves and the orange flowers , the unfortunate bride in the guise of a Zulu queen , under her wreath which melted into her hair ! And all so overflowing with good-nature , with encouragement for the artist . I tried them at least twenty times , kept them until five o'clock at night . They left me only when it was dark , to go and dine ! Fancy that wedding-day passed in a photograph gallery ! '' While André thus jocosely narrated the melancholy incidents of his life , Paul recalled Felicia 's outburst on the subject of Bohemians , and all that she said to Jenkins concerning their exalted courage , their thirst for privations and trials .