quarter before three
She drew her furs about her , closed her eyes , and tried to shut out the sight of that sordid , wretched room , where handsome big Jarvis was paying the toll to success -- toll of blood and brain and nerves , paid by every man or woman who mounts to the top ! She saw him climbing wearily those dirty stairs , coming into the cell . Over and over she saw it , like a moving-picture film repeated indefinitely . At quarter before three she ordered the driver to the Empire Theatre . This time his face cleared . Actress , of course . Probably went to the slums to look up a drunken husband .