Sunday noon
Whether she hurt him as much as she did herself by the cut direct would be hard to say . On Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons ordinarily from two to a dozen girl friends called her up at the boarding-house , or dropped in by ones and twos to chat a while , tease her about Jack , or plan some mild frivolity . Hazel went home , wondering if they , too , would stand aloof . When Sunday noon arrived , and the phone had failed to call her once , and not one of all her friends had dropped in , Hazel twisted her chair so that she could stare at the image of herself in the mirror . `` You 're in a fair way to become a pariah , it seems , '' she said bitterly . `` What have you done , I wonder , that you 've lost your lover , and that Alice and May and Hortense and all the rest of them keep away from you ? Nothing -- not a thing -- except that your looks attracted a man , and the man threw stones when he could n't have his way .