about seven o'clock
The afternoon had been decided not by the Mountfords ' call , but by that which had preceded it . Mrs. Barnes , however , made no immediate reference to the matter which was in truth filling her mind . She avoided her husband and mother-in-law , both of whom were clearly anxious to capture her attention ; and , by way of protecting herself from them , she spent the late afternoon in looking through Italian photographs with Dr. Lelius . But about seven o'clock Roger found her lying on her sofa , her hands clasped behind her head -- frowning -- the lips working . He came in rather consciously , glancing at his wife in hesitation . `` Are you tired , Daphne ? '' `` No . ''