Five o'clock
I must hoodwink her ! '' BOOK II . AN INSIDE RING . Five o'clock on Thursday afternoon found Mr. Randall Clayton hovering around the grounds of the more democratic Hotel Manhattan , while the early birds of fashion sought the more pretentious splendor of the Oriental . There was an anxious look upon the young man 's face , and deep hollows under his eyes told of unaccustomed vigils . A couple of wandering peris gazed wishfully at the hand bundle carefully enveloped in silvery tissue paper . It was true that dark blue Russian violets , the starry forget-me-not , and the peerless lilies of the valley were therein hidden , but a keener emotion than expectant love shone in the young man 's haggard eyes .