three o'clock
With a shudder of delight she dropped her notebook back into the drawer , flung off her nightgown , and flew into her bath . That same morning she slipped out quietly at ten o'clock . Her Saturdays were free of classes , but she had to run the gauntlet of her mother 's liking for her company and her father 's wish for her to go with him to Richmond and play golf . For on Saturdays Stephen almost always left the precincts of the Courts before three o'clock . Then , if he could induce his wife or daughter to accompany him , he liked to get a round or two in preparation for Sunday , when he always started off at half-past ten and played all day . If Cecilia and Thyme failed him , he would go to his club , and keep himself in touch with every kind of social movement by reading the reviews . Thyme walked along with her head up and a wrinkle in her brow , as though she were absorbed in serious reflection ; if admiring glances were flung at her , she did not seem aware of them .