five o'clock
And on the top of it all , twenty years or so of recent culture . The culture was represented by a well-filled bookcase , a few diminished copies of antique sculpture , some modern sketches made in Rome and Venice -LRB- for the Eliotts had travelled -RRB- , and an illuminated triptych with its saints in glory . Here , Thursday after Thursday , the same people met each other ; they met , Thursday after Thursday , the same fervid little company of ideas , of aspirations and enthusiasms . It was five o'clock on one of her Thursdays , and Mrs. Eliott had been conversing with great sweetness and fluency ever since half-past three . That was the way she and Mrs. Pooley kept it up , and they could have kept it up much longer but for the arrival of Miss Proctor . There was nothing , in Miss Proctor 's opinion -LRB- if dear Fanny only knew it -RRB- , so provincial as an enthusiasm . As for aspirations -LRB- and Mrs. Pooley was full of them -RRB- what could be more provincial than these efforts to be what you were not ?