three o'clock
I opened the door of the telephone closet for air , and I could hear them overhead , ragging Roger about the engagement and how he happened to get to Maisie 's when it was so far from his road home . Every time I thought they were settled , some fool of a boy or giggling débutante would come down again and look for soap , or towels , or matches , or heaven knows what . I could have strangled the lot of them . By three o'clock it was fairly quiet , and I crept out and sat by the log fire . If I had had a shoe I would have started off then and there . I 'm no coward and I was desperate . But I could n't go in my silk stockings .