about noon
More brilliant lights , more silent , respectful servants , a round table luxuriously spread . They sit down ; forget they are tired and sleepy ; eat , drink , and are merry ; and it is five , and quite day , before they were shown up to their rooms . Then , hasty disrobing , hasty lying down , and all are at peace in the land of dreams . Next day , somewhere about noon , Miss Stuart , clicking along in her narrow-soled , preposterously high-heeled boots , over a polished oaken corridor , as black as ebony , and several degrees more slippery than ice , lost her footing , as might be imagined , and came down , with an unearthly screech , on one ankle . Of course the ankle was sprained ; of course every one flew to the rescue . Sir Victor was first on the field , and in Sir Victor 's arms Miss Stuart was lifted , and borne back to her room . Luckily it was near , or even Sir Victor 's chivalry and muscular development would not have been equal to it , for Trix was a `` fine woman . ''