the hour of ten p.m
It was wonderful how all paths seemed to lead to Paul Mario . She sighed , reaching down for the newspaper which had slipped to the floor . As her fingers touched it , the door-bell rang . Flamby jumped up impetuously , glancing at the celebrated china clock , which recorded the hour of ten p.m. . She assumed that Mrs. Chumley had called for what she was wont to describe as `` a goodnight chat . '' Flamby opened the door , and the light shone out upon Paul Mario . There are surprises which transcend the surprising , and as the finer tones of music defeat our ears and pass by us unnoticed so do these super-dramatic happenings find us unmoved .