five o'clock
For she had put on with her loveliest gown a kind of bewildering prettiness . There was no cloud in her eyes , only a glow of soft dark fire . Her soul was in her face , it spoke in her bright glances , her sweet smiles , and her light step ; it softened her speech to music , it made her altogether so delightful that her mother thought `` Fortune must give her all she wishes , she is so charming . '' The tea tray was brought in at five o'clock , but Doctor Moran had not returned , and there was in both women 's hearts a little sense of disappointment . Mrs. Moran was wondering at his unusual delay , Cornelia feared he would be too weary and perhaps , too much interested in other matters to permit her lover to speak . `` But even so , '' she thought , `` Joris can come again . To-night is not the only opportunity . ''