Ten o'clock
Dan was too wrapped up in himself to care for outsiders ; Ralph was a slacker -- not worth a thought . Darsie dismissed them both with a shrug . Margaret France was worth a dozen men put together ! Ten o'clock on Tuesday evening seemed long in coming , but the moment that the clock pointed to the hour Darsie hastened to her new friend 's study , and to her satisfaction found her still alone . The room looked delightfully cosy with pink shades over the lights , a clear blaze upon the grate , and Margaret herself , in a pink rest-gown curled up in a wicker-chair , was the very embodiment of ease . She did not rise as Darsie entered , but pointed to a chair close at hand , with an eagerness which was in itself the best welcome . `` That 's right .