nearly one o’clock
she exclaimed , with emphasis . Peter Ruff sighed , and glanced at the clock . The existence of Mr. Vincent Cawdor seemed to pass out of his mind . `` It is nearly one o'clock , '' he said . `` Where do you usually lunch , Violet ? '' `` It depends upon my appetite , '' she answered , carelessly . `` Most often at an A B C. '' `` To-day , '' Peter Ruff said , `` you will be extravagant -- at my expense . ''