nine o'clock
`` You do too much , '' Helen returned . Then , with the design of giving her friend a chance to retreat from their dangerous nearness to confidences , she added , -- `` Now tell me what you 've done to-day . '' `` I have done a good deal , '' the other replied , smiling faintly and showing the recovery of her self-possession by sundry little touches to the crushed roses in her gown . `` At nine o'clock I went to the Saturday Morning Club , to hear Mr. Jefferson 's paper on ` The Over-Soul in Buddhism ' ; then , at eleven , I went to Mrs. Gore 's to see an example of the way they teach deaf and dumb children to read lip language ; then Arthur and I went to luncheon at Christopher Plant 's , and at half past three was the meeting of the committee on the Knitting School ; then there was the reception at Uncle Peter 's , and the tea at Mrs. West 's , before I came home to dress for dinner . '' Helen leaned back in her chair and laughed musically . She felt , with mingled relief and a faint sense of disappointment , that her effort to avoid a confidence had been successful . `` I should think , '' she said , `` that you Boston women would be worn to shreds , and I do n't wonder that you have a leaning toward hysterics .