two o'clock
She appreciated beauty , craved it indeed , but she could not satisfy her being with scenic effects alone . She craved , without being wholly aware of it , or altogether admitting it to herself , some human distraction in all that majestic solitude . It was forthcoming . When she returned to camp at two o'clock , driven in by hunger , Jack Fyfe sat on the doorstep . `` How-de-do . I 've come to bring you over to my place , '' he announced quite casually . `` Thanks .