twelve o’clock to one
Sidonie , for her part , seemed to have forgotten everything , and to have retained no other feeling but contempt for that weak , cowardly creature . Moreover , she had many other things to think about . Her husband had just had a piano placed in her red salon , between the windows . After long hesitation she had decided to learn to sing , thinking that it was rather late to begin to play the piano ; and twice a week Madame Dobson , a pretty , sentimental blonde , came to give her lessons from twelve o'clock to one . In the silence of the neighborhood the a-a-a and o-oo , persistently prolonged , repeated again and again , with windows open , gave the factory the atmosphere of a boarding-school . And it was in reality a schoolgirl who was practising these exercises , an inexperienced , wavering little soul , full of unconfessed longings , with everything to learn and to find out in order to become a real woman . But her ambition confined itself to a superficial aspect of things .