two o'clock
Her eyes were heavy now . She glanced indifferently at the newspaper , smiled a contented little smile , and , murmuring , `` I wonder -- I wonder -- '' and fell into delicious sleep . She slept for a long time . Wallace , coming in at two o'clock , awakened her . Afternoon sunlight was streaming into the room , which was scented with the decaying sweetness of orange peel . Dazed and stupid , yet dreamily content , Martie smiled upon him . He hated Sunday rehearsals : she could see that he was in a bad mood , and his obvious effort to think of her and to disguise his own feeling touched her .