Two o'clock
He dressed in a suit of English cloth , a present from the _ Señor _ , wearing the lapels stuck full of pins , and with several threaded needles on one sleeve . His dry , dark hands possessed a feminine delicacy for handling and arranging things . When he had placed in order all that was necessary for the master 's dressing , he looked over the numerous objects to assure himself that nothing was lacking . Then he planted himself in the middle of the room and without looking at Gallardo , as if he were speaking to himself , he said in a hoarse voice and with a stubborn accent : `` Two o'clock ! '' Gallardo lifted his head nervously , as if he had not noticed the presence of his servant until then . He put the letter in his pocket and went to the lower end of the room with a certain hesitancy , as if he wished to delay the moment of dressing . `` Is everything ready ? ''