five o'clock
But mean odd to other people if you go and I do n't - do n't you think so , Sue ? '' `` Ye-es , '' drawled Susan , with a sort of bored and fexasperated sigh . And she went to her own room to write letters , not disappointed , but irritated so thoroughly that she could hardly control her thoughts . At five o'clock , dressed in a childish black velvet gown -- her one pretty house gown -- with the deep embroidered collar and cuffs that were so becoming to her , and with her hair freshly brushed and swept back simply from her face , she came downstairs for a cup of tea . And in the library , sunk into a deep chair before the fire , she found Stephen Bocqueraz , his head resting against the back of the chair , his knees crossed and his finger-tips fitted together . Susan 's heart began to race . He got up and they shook hands , and stood for too long a moment looking at each other .