one o'clock in the morning
_ Les deux pièces de résistance _ at Mount Street were a dissipated young English lord and a gouty old Irish distiller , and Mrs. Barton was making every effort to secure one of these . A pianist was ordered to attend regularly at four o'clock . And now if Alice was relieved of the duty of spelling through the doleful strains of ` Dream Faces , ' she was forced to go round and round with the distiller until an extra glass of port forced the old gentleman to beg mercy of Mrs. Barton . At one o'clock in the morning the young lord used to enter the Kildare Street Club weary . But not much way was made with either , and when one returned to London and the other to a sick-bed , Olive abandoned herself to a series of flirtations . At the Castle she danced with all who asked her , and she sat out dances in the darkest corners of the most distant rooms with every officer stationed in Dublin . Mrs. Barton never refused an invitation to any dance , no matter how low , and in all the obscure ` afternoons ' in Mount Street and Pembroke Street Olive 's blonde cameo-like face was seen laughing with every official of Cork Hill and the gig-men of Kildare Street .