about three o'clock
There were three Annies : one in ringlets , plaid silk , and tasselled boots , at eight ; one magnificent in drawing-room plumes ; and a recent one , a cloudy study of the severely superb mother , with a sleek-headed , wide-collared boy on each side of her . There was a photograph of the son Theodore , handsome , sullen , dressed in the fashion of the opening century , and there was more than one of Theodore 's daughter , the last of the Melroses . Leslie had been a wide-eyed , sturdy little girl who carried a perpetually surprised , even a babyish expression into her teens , but her last pictures showed the débutante , the piquant and charming eighteen-year-old , whose knowingly tipped hat and high fur collar left only a glimpse of pretty and pouting face between . Leslie came in upon her grandmother at about three o'clock . She was genuinely tired , after an athletic morning at the club , a luncheon amid a group of chattering intimates , and a walk with the young man whose attentions to her were thrilling not only her grandmother and aunts , but the cool-blooded little Leslie herself . Acton Liggett was Christopher 's only brother , only relative indeed , and promised already to be as great a favourite as the irresistible Chris himself . Both were rich , both fine-looking , straightforward , honourable men , proud of their own integrity , their long-established family , and their old firm .