one o'clock
`` Food , '' said Amory languidly , `` this is n't food -- it 's molten history , that 's what it is . Think -- this is what they had to eat at the cafés boulevardes of Gomorrah . And to think we 've been at Tony 's , before now . Do you remember , '' he asked raptly , `` those brief and savoury banquets around one o'clock , at Tony 's ? From where Little Cawthorne once went away wearing two omelettes instead of his overshoes ? Do n't tell me that Tonycana and all this belong to the same system in space . Do n't tell me -- '' He stopped abruptly and his eyes sought those of St. George .