five o'clock
There the crude , vulgar air of Western civilization first catches him -- in his underwear , so to speak . ***** His lip curled when he read it . `` I am going to have a bobbing party , '' it said , `` on Thursday , December the seventeenth , at five o'clock , and I would like it very much if you could come . Yours truly , R.S.V.P. Myra St. Claire . He had been two months in Minneapolis , and his chief struggle had been the concealing from `` the other guys at school '' how particularly superior he felt himself to be , yet this conviction was built upon shifting sands . He had shown off one day in French class -LRB- he was in senior French class -RRB- to the utter confusion of Mr. Reardon , whose accent Amory damned contemptuously , and to the delight of the class .