afternoon in March about four o'clock
His mother 's rather languid . '' `` Beautiful woman , though . '' `` Oh , lovely ! '' Upon a certain afternoon in March about four o'clock , there was quite a gathering of persons in Henry Fitzgeorge 's nursery . There was his mother , with those two great friends of hers , Lady Emily Blanchard and the Hon. Mrs. Vavasour ; there was Her Grace 's mother , Mrs. P. Tunster -LRB- an enormously stout lady -RRB- ; there was Miss Helen Crasper , who was staying in the house . These people were gathered at the end of the cot , and they looked down upon Henry Fitzgeorge , and he lay upon his back , gazed at them thoughtfully , and clenched and unclenched his fat hands . Opposite his cot were some very wide windows , and three windows were filled with galleons of cloud -- fat , bolster , swelling vessels , white , save where , in their curving sails , they had caught a faint radiance from the hidden sun .