two o'clock
But to Lesbia this Spaniard was the first really interesting man she had met since she saw John Hammond ; and her interest in him was much more vivid than her interest in Hammond had been at the beginning of their acquaintance . That pale face , with its tint of old ivory , those thin , finely-cut lips , indicative of diabolical craft , could she but read aright , those unfathomable eyes , touched her fancy as it had never yet been touched , awoke within her that latent vein of romance , self-abnegation , supreme foolishness , which lurks in the nature of every woman , be she chaste as ice and pure as snow . The supper was long . It was past two o'clock , and the ballroom was thinly occupied , when Mr. Smithson 's party went there . ` You wo n't dance to-night , I suppose ? ' said Smithson , as Lesbia and he went slowly down the room arm in arm . It was in a pause between two waltzes .