eight o'clock
Diva ! It had , of course , been a horrid blow to find that Diva had been asked to Mr. Wyse 's party in the first instance , and an even shrewder one when Diva entered -LRB- with such unnecessary fussing and apology on the part of Mr. Wyse -RRB- in the crimson-lake . Luckily , it would be seen no more , for Diva had promised -- if you could trust Diva -- to send it to the dyer 's ; but it was a great puzzle to know why Diva had it on at all , if she was preparing to spend a solitary evening at home . By eight o'clock she ought by rights to have already had her tray , dressed in some old thing ; but within three minutes of her being telephoned for she had appeared in the crimson-lake , and eaten so heartily that it was impossible to imagine , greedy though she was , that she had already consumed her tray ... . But in spite of Diva 's adventitious triumph , the main feeling in Miss Mapp 's mind was pity for her . She looked so ridiculous in that dress with the powder peeling off her red face . No wonder the dear Contessa stared when she came in .