Three o'clock
Some one had let down , a window in the dancing-room , and he was feeling it in his shoulder . Mrs. Bowen , across the room , looked heroically patient , but weary . He glanced , down at the frump on the sofa near , and realised that she had been making a long speech to him , which , he could see from her look , had ended in some sort of question . Three o'clock came , and they had to wait till the german was over . He felt that Miss Graham was behaving badly , ungratefully , selfishly ; on the way home in the carriage he was silent from utter boredom and fatigue , but Mrs. Bowen was sweetly sympathetic with the girl 's rapture . Imogene did not seem to feel his moodiness ; she laughed , she joked , she told a number of things that happened , she hummed the air of the last waltz . `` Is n't it divine ? ''