one o'clock
The very faces of the men and women around her -- those lethargic foreign faces which crowded out the finer American type -- awoke in her the sensation of hopeless revolt which one feels before the impending destruction of higher forms by masses of inert and conscienceless matter . She thought gloomily : `` I have lost the vision -- there is no hope either for me or for America except in the clear vision of the future . '' And while she spoke there passed over her the vague feeling of loss , of something missing , as if a precious possession had slipped from her grasp . Her morning 's work was unusually trying , and at one o'clock , when she put on her hat before going out to lunch , she asked herself dejectedly : `` What can be the matter with me ? Before I go home I 'll take a taxicab and drive up Riverside for an hour . If only the children were here , I should not feel so depressed . '' She remembered regretfully that Archibald and Fanny would be away all summer ; and then from thinking of her children , she passed by almost insensible degrees of despondency to meditating pensively about Arthur Peyton .