two o'clock
He was filled with that unreasoning anger peculiar to man when woman for once has failed to respond . He consigned her and her clothes to the devil , and looked at his watch . It was ten minutes to one . His dinner hour was two o'clock . He would go home to his wife , where he should have gone in the first place . She never had failed him , or if she had he could not recall the occasion . Her little dark face rose before him , innocent and adorable .