six o'clock
They 'll think you are the Marchioness of Amber -- '' I glanced at her red hair , which did have amber lights in it , `` and they 'll envy . So do come . Will you ? '' I borrowed a fine new racing runabout , and at six o'clock called for her at the address she had given me . She had gotten herself up with the most discreet good taste , and looked perfectly charming . She must have read the approval in my glance , for the color flew to her cheeks , and she looked triumphantly pleased . `` Going to be warm enough ? ''