three in the afternoon
I stood gazing at her , delighted , spellbound , and the young person keenly observed my admiration . She smiled , revealing true Italian teeth , exquisite , white , and perfect . `` I am Veronica Bernandini , '' she said . `` I have two hours to spare in the morning and three in the afternoon . '' My first thought was not to let any other artist have her ; not till I had painted her at any rate and startled London with her face . `` Are you sitting to any one else ? '' I asked mechanically .