five o'clock
Mary blushed slightly . For some reason which she did not analyze she was a trifle embarrassed at seeing herself perpetuated in bronze as the companion of the sculptor . When the guests began to leave , Mary urged the Farradays to remain a little longer . `` It 's only five o'clock , '' she reminded them . Mrs. Farraday settled herself comfortably , and drew out her khaki-colored knitting . James lit his pipe , and Stefan wheeled forward to the glow of the fire , fitting a cigarette into his new amber holder . `` I have a letter from Wallace , '' said James , `` that I 've been waiting to read you .