two o'clock
Over a pile of neglected geological works he presented a face of gloom . His memory presented a picture of himself as noisy , overbearing , and unfair . What on earth had it all been about ? By two o'clock he was on his way to Vigours ' , and his mood was acute remorse . Of the transition there can be no telling in words , for thoughts are more subtle than words and emotions infinitely vaguer . But one thing at least is definite , that a memory returned . It drifted in to him , through the glass roof of the Library far above .