eleven o'clock in the morning
Nevertheless , here and there traces of new artistic impulses are seen . On the mantelpiece in the larger room there are two large blue vases ; on a small table stands a pot in yellow porcelain , evidently from Morris 's ; and on the walls there are engravings from Burne Jones . Every Thursday afternoon numbers of ladies , all of whom write novels , assemble here to drink tea and talk of their work . It is now eleven o'clock in the morning . Alice enters her drawing-room . You see her : a tall , spare woman with kind eyes , who carries her arms stiffly . She has just finished her housekeeping , she puts down her basket of keys , and with all the beautiful movement of the young mother she takes up the crawling mass of white frock , kisses her son and settles his blue sash .