four o'clock
And between all the courses there were wines of precious brands , tumbled helter-skelter , -- sherry and port , champagne and claret and liqueur . Montague watched poor `` Baby '' de Mille out of the corner of his eye , and pitied her ; for it was evident that she could not resist the impulse to eat whatever was put before her , and she was visibly suffering . He wondered whether he might not manage to divert her by conversation , but he lacked the courage to make the attempt . The meal was over at four o'clock . By that time most of the other parties were far on their way to New York , and the inn was deserted . They possessed themselves of their belongings , and one by one their cars whirled away toward `` Black Forest . '' Montague had been told that it was a `` shooting-lodge . ''