five o'clock
On a certain evening late in September the two were together in the large drawing-room . Maria Consuelo was tired and was leaning back in a deep seat , her hands folded upon her knee , watching Orsino as he slowly paced the carpet , crossing and recrossing in his short walk , his face constantly turned towards her . It was excessively hot . The air was sultry with thunder , and though it was past five o'clock the windows were still closely shut to keep out the heat . A clear , soft light filled the room , not reflected from a burning pavement , but from grass and plashing water . They had been talking of a chimneypiece which Maria Consuelo wished to have placed in the hall . The style of what she wanted suggested the sixteenth century , Henry Second of France , Diana of Poitiers and the durability of the affections .