four in the afternoon
`` You are sure of me now -- and quite right ... but I do n't feel in the least like kissing you ... . I 've barely slept and I feel like the devil . '' For the first time in many days she felt an inclination to throw back her head and give vent to a joyous laugh -- joyous but amused , for she would always be Mary Zattiany . But she merely said : `` My dear Lee , I could not stand being made love to at four in the afternoon . It is not aesthetic . Suppose we sit down . Tell me all about it . ''