four o'clock
Lydia was irritatingly cheerful and philosophical . Len had disappeared , as was usual on Saturday , and Mrs. Monroe and Mrs. Potts were talking in low tones over the sitting-room fire . Outside , the rain fell and fell and fell . Martie thought of Rose , laughing , pink-cheeked , discarding her neat little raincoat with Rodney 's help at four o'clock , at the Parkers ' house , and bringing her fresh laughter into their fire . She thought of her at six -- at seven -- and during the silent two hours when she brooded over her cards . Coming out of church the next morning , Rose rejoiced over the clear bath of sunlight that followed the rain . `` Rod is going to take me driving , '' she told Martie .