one o'clock
For the woman who watched was Zulannah the harlot , who had gained an easy admission under the secrecy of her veils and the potency of backschish . And as Ben Kelham had sat down , she had crept quietly from behind the palms to stand , a shimmering bundle of silks and satins , in front of the man who looked up in annoyance , and then smiled . You really could n't be rude to anything so tantalisingly beautiful , especially when the lady of your choice has just shown a certain lamentable want of appreciation in regard to your person and propositions . `` It 's one o'clock , fair lady ; you must unmask . '' And he uttered a cry of astonishment . Zulannah had lifted her veil . And the moments sped as she wove the golden web of beauty and desire and love , into which , however , the clumsy fly refused to be enticed .