one o’clock
Then the vision called up another thought : `` I shall never know what that girl has known ... '' and the recoil of pride flung her back on the sharp edges of her anguish . `` Good-bye , '' she said , in dread lest he should read her face ; and she stood motionless , her head high , while he walked to the door and went out . Anna Leath , three days later , sat in Miss Painter 's drawing-room in the rue de Matignon . Coming up precipitately that morning from the country , she had reached Paris at one o'clock and Miss Painter 's landing some ten minutes later . Miss Painter 's mouldy little man-servant , dissembling a napkin under his arm , had mildly attempted to oppose her entrance ; but Anna , insisting , had gone straight to the dining-room and surprised her friend -- who ate as furtively as certain animals -- over a strange meal of cold mutton and lemonade . Ignoring the embarrassment she caused , she had set forth the object of her journey , and Miss Painter , always hatted and booted for action , had immediately hastened out , leaving her to the solitude of the bare fireless drawing-room with its eternal slip-covers and `` bowed '' shutters . In this inhospitable obscurity Anna had sat alone for close upon two hours .