about one
o’clock
No Jeanne . To wind up , yesterday I spent five hours at the Bon Marche . The spring show was on , one of the great occasions of the year ; and I presumed , not without an apparent foundation of reason , that no young or pretty Parisian could fail to be there . When I arrived , about one o'clock , the crowd already filled the vast bazaar . It was not easy to stand against certain currents that set toward the departments consecrated to spring novelties . Adrift like a floating spar I was swept away and driven ashore amid the baby-linen . There it flung me high and dry among the shop-girls , who laughed at the spectacle of an undergraduate shipwrecked among the necessaries of babyhood .