two o'clock in the morning
A western millionaire , who had bought a large cubical palace on one of the radiating avenues , was giving a dancing-party , to which the entire blue book had been invited . Kalora went , trailed by the long-suffering Popova . She wore her most fetching Parisian gown , and decked herself out with wrought jewelry of quaint and heavy design , which was the envy of all the other young women in town , and she put in a very busy night , for she danced with army officers , and lieutenants of the navy , and one senator , and goodness knows how many half-grown diplomats . At two o'clock in the morning she was in the supper-room : a fairly late hour for a young woman supposed to be leading a quiet life . The food set before her would not have been prescribed for a tender young creature who was dieting . She was supping riotously on stuffed olives . Her companion was a young gentleman from the army .