two o'clock
A knock on the door interrupted her reverie and with a smothered exclamation of annoyance she glanced at the clock and rose . `` May I come in a moment ? '' Her husband 's voice was a shade thicker than usual and his face still wore the somber expression which seemed so out of place there . `` It 's almost two o'clock , Len . '' There was an uninviting coolness in the quality of Loraine 's tone -- almost a protest . `` Wo n't tomorrow do ? '' She stood still , holding the door only a few inches ajar .