Two o'clock
`` Georgian ! Georgian ! '' Then silence and the slow drizzle of rain on the soggy walk and soaked roofs , with the far-off boom of the waterfall which Mrs. Deo and the trembling maids gazing at the wide-eyed Anitra shivering in the center of her deserted room , tried to shut out by closing window and blind , forgetting that she was deaf and only heard such echoes as were thundering in her own mind . Two o'clock . Three o'clock . Two men were talking below their breaths in the otherwise empty office . `` That ` ere mill stream never gives up anything it has once caught , '' muttered one into the ear of the other .