three o'clock
She was in perfect health and moderately good spirits , and she invited me to dine with her that evening . `` I will tell her after dinner , '' I said to myself . The project of telling her seemed more difficult as it approached . She said that she had arranged by telephone for another rehearsal at the Opéra Comique at three o'clock , but she did not invite me to accompany her . I spent the afternoon at the Sorbonne , where I had some acquaintances , and after calling at my hotel , the little Hôtel de Portugal in the Rue Croix des Petits Champs , to dress , I drove in a fiacre to the Rue de Rivoli . I had carefully considered how best in conversation I might lead Rosa to the subject of Lord Clarenceux , and had arranged a little plan . Decidedly I did not anticipate the interview with unmixed pleasure ; but , as I have said , I felt bound to inform her that her former lover 's death was a fiction .