five o'clock
She had meant to remove it . In fact , she had taken it off and dropped it into her bag . But her hand felt so queer , so unaccustomed , so naked , that she had found herself slipping the narrow band on again , and her thumb groped for it , gratefully . It was almost five o'clock when she reached Chicago . She felt no uncertainty or bewilderment . She had been in Chicago three or four times since her marriage . She went to a downtown hotel .