seven o'clock
She wished Christabel would snub that appalling bounder , Black , as he deserved . How could she go on playing up to him like that ! As for Baldwin , she wished he would just dance with her and not talk . She supposed that the amount of alcohol they had consumed since seven o'clock had something to do with his verging upon the vein , the Broadway sentimental vein , that he had got started on and could n't seem to let alone . It was n't new to Mary . Indeed it was a phenomenon familiarly associated in her mind with Forty-second Street restaurants and late hours and strong drink , particularly gin . The crocodile tear for the good woman who stayed at home ; who did n't know ; who never , please God !