five o’clock
She was tired , she was indisposed : it was a pity he was to see her after all at so poor a moment . If he only _ could _ have seen her five years before ! However , I replied that this time I was sure and that success therefore depended simply on herself . At five o'clock on the Saturday she would find him in a particular chair I pointed out , the one in which he usually sat and in which -- though this I did n't mention -- he had been sitting when , the week before , he put the question of our future to me in the way that had brought me round . She looked at it in silence , just as she had looked at the photograph , while I repeated for the twentieth time that it was too preposterous it should n't somehow be feasible to introduce to one 's dearest friend one 's second self . `` _ Am _ I your dearest friend ? '' she asked with a smile that for a moment brought back her beauty .