one o'clock
Lying there close in his arms , she wondered . And , still wondering , she lifted her head and looked up into his eyes -- watching them as they neared her own -- still trying to see them as his lips touched hers . * * * * * He was the sort of man who got hungry when left too long unfed . It was one o'clock . They had gone out to the refrigerator together , his arm around her supple waist , her charming head against his shoulder -- both hungry but sentimental . `` And do n't you really think , '' she said for the hundredth time , `` that we ought to sell this house ? '' `` Not a bit of it , darling .