about two o'clock in the afternoon
I 've known a millionaire to be refused admittance because his trousers were turned up . '' At this she laughed , and then lapsed into a long silence , for on a stretch of wide , open road I was letting the car rip , and at such a pace it was well-nigh impossible to talk . A mystery surrounded my _ chic _ little travelling-companion which I could not make out . At about two o'clock in the afternoon we pulled up just beyond the little town of Chauceaux , about thirty miles from Dijon , and there ate our cold provisions , washing them down with a bottle of red wine . She was hungry , and ate with an appetite , laughing merrily , and thoroughly enjoying the adventure . `` I was so afraid this morning that you were not coming , '' she declared . `` I was there at seven , quite an hour before you were due .