two o'clock
They were sitting over the dying fire . The clock on the mantelpiece , beside which Jill 's photograph had stood , pointed to ten minutes past two . Derek spoke in a low , soft voice . Perhaps the doctors are right after all , and two o'clock is the hour at which our self-esteem deserts us , leaving in its place regret for past sins , good resolutions for future behavior . `` What do Algy Martyn and the others say about ... you know ? '' Freddie hesitated . Pity to start all that again .