about three o'clock
Would that intimacy ever be renewed ? This was a question on which I sometimes speculated . The situation that had suspended or put an end to it , as the case might be , was never referred to by either of us . One afternoon in the late winter of the year following that in which we had given a dinner to the Scherers -LRB- where the Durretts had rather marvellously appeared together -RRB- I left my office about three o'clock -- a most unusual occurrence . I was restless , unable to fix my mind on my work , filled with unsatisfied yearnings the object of which I sought to keep vague , and yet I directed my steps westward along Boyne Street until I came to the Art Museum , where a loan exhibition was being held . I entered , bought a catalogue , and presently found myself standing before number 103 , designated as a portrait of Mrs. Hambleton Durrett , -- painted in Paris the autumn before by a Polish artist then much in vogue , Stanislaus Czesky . Nancy -- was it Nancy ?