four o'clock
`` Felix Dysart has a good heart , '' says she , suddenly . As suddenly she kisses Joyce , and , crossing the room with a quick stride , leaves it . `` Shall we not laugh , shall we not weep ? '' It is quite four o'clock , and therefore two hours later . Barbara has returned , and has learned the secret of Joyce 's pale looks and sad eyes , and is now standing on the hearthrug looking as one might who has been suddenly wakened from a dream that had seemed only too real . `` And you mean to say -- you really mean , Joyce , that you refused him ? '' `` Yes .