four o'clock
`` Whatever does she want a talk about ? '' Rosalind wondered . `` It must be something pretty urgent , to make her put up with an hour of my company . '' At four o'clock on Thursday afternoon Rosalind went upstairs and put on an extra coating of powder and rouge . She also blackened her eyelashes and put on her lips salve the colour of strawberries rather than of the human mouth . She wore an afternoon dress with transparent black sleeves through which her big arms gleamed , pale and smooth . She looked a superb and altogether improper creature , like Lucrezia Borgia or a Titian madonna .