nine
o'clock
There are a dozen things open to us , and I am absolutely at your service to do any one of them ! '' Sylvia Bailey laughingly shook her head . `` I feel lazy , '' she said . `` I 've been at the Bon Marché ever since nine o'clock , and I feel more like having a rest than going out again , though it does seem a shame to stay in a day like this ! '' The windows were wide open , the June sun was streaming in , and on the light breeze was borne the murmur of the traffic in the Avenue de l'Opéra , within a few yards of the quiet street where the Hôtel de l'Horloge is situated . The other woman -- Anna Wolsky was some years older than Sylvia Bailey -- smiled indulgently . '' _ Tiens !