two
in the morning
`` Yes . You have marvellous old women in London who do all that we young people do , and who look astonishing . They might almost be somewhere in the thirties when one knows they are really in the sixties . They play games , ride , can still dance , have perfect digestions , sit up till two in the morning and are out shopping in Bond Street as fresh as paint by eleven , having already written dozens of acceptances to invitations , arranged dinners , theatre parties , heaven knows what ! Made of cast iron , they seem . They even manage somehow to be fairly attractive to young men . They are living marvels , and I take off my toque to them .