one o'clock
Gloves , handkerchief -- oh ! and my purse , Marie . '' And in five minutes more she was leading the way back into her sitting-room . `` I have not ordered lunch until one o'clock , '' she said , `` so we have oceans of time to talk and tell each other secrets . Sit down , jeune homme , and confess to me . '' She pointed to a _ bergère _ , but it was filled with Italian embroideries . `` Marie , take this rubbish away ! ''