Twelve o'clock
Are n't you happy , Rob ? '' `` If I were n't it would make me happy to look at you , you dear married child , '' and Roberta kissed her pretty sister-in-law , who could be as womanly as she was girlish , and whose companionship , with that of Stephen 's , she felt to be the most discriminating choice of chaperonage Richard could have made . Stephen and Rosamond , off upon a holiday like this , would be celebrating a little honeymoon anniversary of their own , she knew , for they had been married in June and could never get over congratulating themselves on their own happiness . Twelve o'clock , one o'clock , two o'clock . Roberta wondered afterward what she had done with the hours ! At three she had her bath ; at half after she put up her hair , hardly venturing to look at her own face in her mirror , so flushed and shy was it . Roberta shy ?