one o'clock
But no ; I must n't think of it . I have no other duty or prospect in life possible as yet while dear little Miss Butterfly still remains practically unprovided for ! ' From Edie Le Breton 's lodgings , Hilda Tregellis drove straight , without stopping all the way , to Arthur Berkeley 's house at Chelsea ; for Arthur had long since risen to the dignity of an enfranchised householder , and had bought himself a pretty cottage near the Embankment , with room enough for himself and the Progenitor , and even for any possible future domestic contingency in the way of wife and children . It was a very unconventional thing for her to do , no doubt ; but Lady Hilda was certainly not the person to be deterred from doing anything she contemplated on the bare ground of its extreme unconventionally ; and so far was she from objecting personally to her visit on this score , that before she rang the Berkeleys ' bell she looked quietly at her little bijou watch , and said with a bland smile to the suspicious Mr. Jenkins , ` Let me see , Jenkins ; it 's one o'clock . I shall lunch with my friends here this morning ; so you may take the carriage home now for my lady , and I shall cab it back , or come round by Metropolitan . ' Jenkins was too much accustomed to Lady Hilda 's unaccountable vagaries to express any surprise at her wildest resolutions , even if she had proposed to go home on a costermonger 's barrow ; so he only touched his hat respectfully , in his marionette fashion , and drove away at once without further colloquy . ` Is Mr. Berkeley at home ? '