five o'clock
`` He is not afraid , of that I am certain . Why , then , does he delay ? Remarkable ! '' In the Southern Appalachians It was five o'clock , and a pretty girl , Katrina Wendell , was standing at one of the long windows of the drawing-room at Oakwood , looking out upon the storm . She had not Sydney 's unusual beauty , nor had she her imperious manner , the heritage to Southern women from generations of slave-holding ancestors ; but she had charm and a certain distinction , and she had the stamp with which New York seals her daughters imprinted upon every tuck and frill of her clever gown . `` Katrina , it is n't polite to look so bored , '' said her brother John , who was amusing himself with Sydney 's help by drawing caricatures of the men of the day . Katrina flushed .