nearly two
o'clock
You 'll not require to come again . '' Going downstairs she looked at the letter . It was addressed to an acting manager at a theatre in the farthest west of London . The passages of the house and the pavements outside were now empty ; it was nearly two o'clock , and snow was beginning to fall . She was feeling cold and a little hungry , but , making up her mind to deliver the letter at once , she hastened to the Temple station . There was a _ matinée _ , so the acting manager was `` in front . '' He took the letter abruptly , opened it with an air of irritation , glanced at it , glanced at Glory , looked at the letter again , and then said in a strangely gentle voice , `` Do you know what 's in this , my girl ? ''