Five o'clock
She knew what it must look like to her husband , this weak recourse to the protection of Augustine 's presence ; it looked like bashfulness , a further feminine wile , made up of self-deception and allurement , a putting off of final surrender for the greater sweetness of delay . And as the reading of him flashed through her it brought a strange pang of shame , for him ; of regret , for something spoiled . Sir Hugh took out his watch and looked at it . `` Five o'clock . I told the station fly to come back for me at five fifteen . You 'll give me some tea , dearest ? '' `` Of course ; -- it is time now .