four o'clock
I 've done it ! '' The triumph was still so close behind him that he was constantly realizing it afresh , and saying , wonder-struck : `` I 've done it . '' And the miraculous phantasm of the town hall , uplifted in solid stone , formed itself again and again in his enchanted mind , against a background of tremendous new ambitions rising endlessly one behind another like snowy alps . `` Is this what you call four o'clock ? '' twittered Adela , between cajolery and protest , somewhat older and facially more artificial , but eternally blonde ; still holding her fair head on one side and sinuously waving the palm . `` Sorry ! Sorry !