about six o'clock
` Miss Wrenner ? Oh ! Did n't I tell you -- Miss Wrenner is n't going to act -- they 've got someone else instead . ' Anne Returns It was about six o'clock , and Hyacinth was sitting in her boudoir alone . It was a lovely room and she herself looked lovely , but , for a bride of four months , a little discontented . She was wondering why she was not happier . What was this unreasonable misery , this constant care , this anxious jealousy that seemed to poison her very existence ?