Three o'clock
Perhaps the shell box has something in it ? You shake it ; it 's the pearl stud there was last year -- that 's all . And then the sniff , the sigh , the sitting by the window . Three o'clock on a December afternoon ; the rain drizzling ; one light low in the skylight of a drapery emporium ; another high in a servant 's bedroom -- this one goes out . That gives her nothing to look at . A moment 's blankness -- then , what are you thinking ? -LRB- Let me peep across at her opposite ; she 's asleep or pretending it ; so what would she think about sitting at the window at three o'clock in the afternoon ?