three o'clock
Joe did not hear a word of their conversation , and Mrs. Wyndham paid little attention to it , though her practiced ears could have heard it all if need be , while she herself was profoundly occupied with some one else . The four had a somewhat dreary meal together , and Ronald was told to go into Sam 's study and smoke if he liked , while Mrs. Wyndham led Joe and Sybil away to look at a quantity of new things that had just come from Paris . Ronald did as he was bid and settled himself for an hour , with a plentiful supply of newspapers and railroad literature . It was past three o'clock when Sam Wyndham entered the room , his face wet with the snowflakes and red with excitement . `` Hollo ! '' he exclaimed , seeing Ronald comfortably ensconced in his favorite easy-chair . `` How are you ? ''