nine o'clock
They were creatures of the woods , renegades for a time , perhaps , but the woods had claimed them . Then Mr. Dinwiddie did an impish thing . He inserted a disk in the victrola , and at once they began to jazz , hardly conscious of the transition . At nine o'clock the moon was on the lake , and several couples , announcing their need of exercise , went out in boats . Clavering rowed with long swift strokes until the others were far behind . Mary , muffled in a warm white coat and with a scarf twisted round her head like an Oriental turban , lay on a pile of cushions in the bottom of the boat , her head against the seat . She had the sensation of floating in space .