one o’clock in the morning
Plainly there was nobody to take her . Lucinda was angry . It is not pleasant to find yourself forgotten and neglected . It is still less pleasant to walk home alone along a country road , at one o'clock in the morning , wearing a pale green voile . Lucinda was not prepared for such a walk . She had nothing on her feet save thin-soled shoes , and her only wraps were a flimsy fascinator and a short coat . `` What a guy I shall look , stalking home alone in this rig , '' she thought crossly .