nine o'clock
He 's been a waiter . '' Marcella made some excuse , but when Phyllis -- or Diddy -- went away to her appointment with Bill she sat for a long time thinking . She was already feeling disillusioned . At nine o'clock she decided to go below . In the shadow of the steps leading to the upper deck Mr. Peters and Mrs. Hetherington were sitting very close together . A little bright tray was at their feet , and a big bottle with a cap and scarf of gold foil stood sentinel over two glasses of such an exquisite shape that Marcella stared hard at them as she passed , saying `` Good night . '' Mr. Peters was smiling with filmy , vacuous eyes .