six o’clock
What must be his feelings to-day in regard to his too zealous benefactress , and what expression must they have found on the part of such a master of irony ? It is a singular , but a characteristic , fact that before Isabel returned from her silent drive she had broken its silence by the soft exclamation : `` Poor , poor Madame Merle ! '' Her compassion would perhaps have been justified if on this same afternoon she had been concealed behind one of the valuable curtains of time-softened damask which dressed the interesting little salon of the lady to whom it referred ; the carefully-arranged apartment to which we once paid a visit in company with the discreet Mr. Rosier . In that apartment , towards six o'clock , Gilbert Osmond was seated , and his hostess stood before him as Isabel had seen her stand on an occasion commemorated in this history with an emphasis appropriate not so much to its apparent as to its real importance . `` I do n't believe you 're unhappy ; I believe you like it , '' said Madame Merle . `` Did I say I was unhappy ? '' Osmond asked with a face grave enough to suggest that he might have been .