two o'clock
What had caused that swift change in Maggie ? -- from a fury that was both fire and granite , to that pallid , quivering , whispering girl who had so rapidly led him safely out of his danger . To and fro , back and forth , shuttled these questions . Toward two o'clock he stood up , mind still absorbed , and mechanically started to undress . He then observed the roll of paintings Hunt had given him . Better for them if they were flattened out . Mechanically he removed string and paper .