two o'clock
He looked at her , appalled , but she laughed and went into the studio . There was a beautiful old sideboard there always well stocked . He turned on the lights , brought peaches and melons and strawberries and milk from the ice-chest , and found her already preparing chocolate over the electric grill and buttering immense slices of peasant bread . `` It 's after two o'clock , '' she said , delighted . `` Is n't this divinely silly ? I wonder if there happens to be any salad in the ice-chest ? '' `` Cold chicken , too , '' he nodded , watching her set the table .