nearly four o'clock before
A morning at Paquin 's revived her as sea breezes revive other women . Lunch followed in a room pleasantly shaded from the sun and decorated with a fair amount of taste . But the food was uneatable , of course ; Mrs. Ogilvie could never get a thing to eat that she liked . It was nearly four o'clock before the brougham which had met her at the station in the morning drew up before a door in deserted Harley Street . An elderly man-servant showed her into the doctor 's waiting-room , and Mrs. Ogilvie sat down and began turning over with interest the pages of a fashion magazine . ` I think I know the worst , ' she said to the famous surgeon whom she had come to consult , when he led her into his room . ` What I want to know is , can you put off this tiresome business until after my son 's wedding ? '