midnight
I hastily promised to call in a few days , and after seeing him to the door , and bidding him cheer up , I returned to the portrait of Mrs. Beacon , and felt savage at the noisiness of color and monotony of tonal values in the picture . `` Good Lord , why will artists marry ? '' I irritably asked of my subject in the frame . Her sleek Knickerbocker smile further angered me , and I went to my club and drank coffee until long after midnight . If , as her friends asserted , Ellenora Vibert 's ugliness had softened I did not notice it . She was one of those few women in the world that marriage had not improved . Her eyes were colder , more secret ; her jaw crueller , her lips wider and harder at the edges .