two o’clock
No longer was any blight to be perceived . The slips were ready in hand . Instead of joining the line Merton decided upon luncheon . It was two o'clock , and though waiters with trays had been abundant in the gilded cabaret , the best screen art had not seemed to demand a serving of actual food . Further , he would eat in the cafeteria in evening dress , his make-up still on , like a real actor . The other time he had felt conspicuous because nothing had identified him with the ordinary clientele of the place . The room was not crowded now .