one o'clock
She was meticulous in her instructions for their care and requirements , almost passionate in her loving good-byes to them . Truly no one , she thought again , as their arms clung about her neck , could know all that they had been to her , how heavenly kind they were . Minna , admiring her mother 's clothes , walked with her to the door and waved her down the bleak staircase . It was precisely one o'clock when Marie Kerr entered the lounge of the big restaurant , where she had waited some while for Osborn on a birthday evening which she remembered keenly this morning . But this time he was there before her , waiting anxious and alert , like a lover for the lady of his affections . He had booked a table and upon it , as she sat down , she saw , laid beside her cover , a big bunch of her favourite violets , blue and dewy . `` You still like them best ? ''