two o'clock
At quarter to twelve Amory shook hands with her gravely , in the midst of a small crowd assembled to wish him good-speed . For an instant he lost his poise , and she felt a bit rattled when a satirical voice from a concealed wit cried : `` Take her outside , Amory ! '' As he took her hand he pressed it a little , and she returned the pressure as she had done to twenty hands that evening -- that was all . At two o'clock back at the Weatherbys ' Sally asked her if she and Amory had had a `` time '' in the den . Isabelle turned to her quietly . In her eyes was the light of the idealist , the inviolate dreamer of Joan-like dreams . `` No , '' she answered .