two o'clock
All that evening , and all the next morning , Diana 's spirits continued to fizz . She might possibly have worked them off out-of-doors , but the British climate was against her ; once more the fells were swathed in their familiar garments of mist , and the rain came pitter-pattering down on the roof of Pendlemere Abbey , and falling from the eaves in a monotonous drip , drip , drip . It was drawing afternoon , and promptly at half-past two intermediates and juniors would be due in the studio to go on with the various copies and models on which they were engaged . It was now shortly after two o'clock , and the school was amusing itself for the half-hour between meal-time and lessons . During that brief interval Diana , so to speak , `` popped her cork '' . `` Hallo , America ! You 're looking rather weedy , standing on one leg like a marabou stork ! ''