one o'clock
All things seem easy to sweet and twenty , when the sun shines , and the scent of spring is in the air . The completed scheme stood out clear and distinct in Margot 's mind . Only one small clue was lacking , and that she was even now on the way to discover ! Margot wandered about the Park so lost in her own thoughts that she was dismayed to find that it was already one o'clock , when warned by the departing stream of nursemaids that it must be approaching luncheon hour she at last consulted her watch . Half an hour 's walk , cold cutlets and an irate Agnes , were prospects which did not smile upon her ; it seemed infinitely more agreeable to turn in an opposite direction , and make as quickly as possible for Oxford Terrace , where she would be certain of a welcome from poor sad Edith , who was probably even now lunching on bread and cheese and anxiety , while her two sturdy infants tucked into nourishing beefsteak . Edith was one of those dear things who did not preach if you were late , but was content to give you what she had , without apologising . Margot trotted briskly past Dorset Square , took a short cut behind the Great Central Hotel , and emerged into the dreary stretch of Marylebone Road .