five
o'clock
Would little Portia , some day , smile over her like that , and wonder whether she 'd ever -- really lived ? She did wish she could have a talk with Rodney . The telephone switchboard in the lobby gave her an idea . It was five o'clock , now ; seven in Chicago . He 'd just be sitting down to dinner , all by himself , poor dear , most likely , and wishing for a talk with her . Well , why not ? She rather electrified the hotel office when she put in that call .