six o'clock
`` I have not time to-day , thank you , '' Marie said , rising . She paid for the manicure and left the warm and scented place ; she had nowhere particular to go , no one to talk to , and yet she did not wish to go home so early . It would have been a tame ending to her day and , besides , she had not seen all yet . She wanted to see the lights rise and twinkle along the streets , to watch the evening life come in like a tide , wave upon wave breaking musically upon the city 's shore ; and to feel that even then , though six o'clock had passed , and seven , and eight , she was yet her own mistress . She was sampling sensations , not altogether new , but at any rate long forgotten . It occurred to her , as she turned out of the Beauty Shop , to go and call upon someone ; but upon whom ? She knew , as she asked the question of herself , that , while she had lost a score of light-hearted acquaintances upon her wedding day , she had since been too busy to make more .