one
o'clock in the morning
It implies something artificial . Mallinson and Clarice give me that impression , -- as of Watteau figures mincing a gavotte , and made more unreal by the juxtaposition of a man . Let 's hope they will never perceive the flimsiness of their pretty bows and ribbons ! But I think of your one o'clock in the morning of the masquerade ball , and frankly I am afraid . I look at the three without -- well , with as little prejudice as weak woman may . Mallinson , you know him -- always on the artist 's see-saw between exaltation and despair . Does n't that make for shiftiness generally ?