four o'clock
Imogen guessed very accurately at the seething of anger and jealousy that bubbled in Mattie Smith 's breast ; it was typical of so much of the lamentable spirit displayed by rudimentary natures when feeling the pressure of an ideal they did not share or when brought into contact with a more finished manner of life from which they were excluded . Imogen , too , could not have borne a rival ascendancy ; but she was ascendant through right divine , and , while so acutely understanding Mattie Smith 's state of mind , she could not recognize a certain sameness of nature . She hoped that Mattie Smith would `` grow , '' but she felt that , essentially , she was not of the sort from which `` hers '' were made . It was almost four o'clock by the time that Imogen and Sir Basil reached the summit of one of the lower hills , and , among the trees , came upon the white glimmer of the Upton 's summer home . It stood in a wide clearing surrounded on three sides by the woods , the higher ranges rising about it , its lawn running down to slopes of long grass , thick with tall daisies and buttercups . Farther on was an orchard , and then , beyond the dip of a valley , the blue , undulating distance , bathed in a crystalline quivering . The house , of rough white stucco , had lintels and window-frames of dark wood , a roof of gray shingles , and bright green shutters .