Three o'clock
Mrs Vanburgh tripped downstairs by Betty 's side , and shook hands with the geniality of a lifelong friendship . `` Remember Saturday ! '' she cried . `` Three o'clock punctually , and bring all your stores of small talk with you , for the first half-hour . '' Betty ran across the darkened street and let herself into her own house , aglow with pleasurable excitement . Life looked quite a different thing in the last few hours , wherein a friend and a vocation had alike sprung into being . After all , it was a delightful old world !