ten o'clock
I only want to enjoy myself . '' `` You ca n't help people noticing you a great deal , with or without a title , '' and Mrs. McVeigh smiled at her understandingly . `` You can not hope to escape being distinguished , but you shall be whatever you like at the Terrace . '' They walked arm in arm the length of the veranda , chatting lightly of Parisian days and people until ten o'clock sounded from the tall clock in the library . Mrs. McVeigh counted the strokes and exclaimed at the lateness . `` I certainly am a poor enough hostess to weary you the first evening with chatter instead of sending you to rest , after such a drive , '' she said , in self accusation . `` But you are such a temptation -- Judithe . ''