two o'clock
He tried again , keeping his eyes on her all the time . Then the long vista of green plush seats leading to her was blotted out and he found himself gazing into a dusky countenance , while an unctuous voice murmured in his ear : `` How you feelin ' , Loote n't ? Gettin ' light-headed , was n't you ? Here 's the milk you ordered for two o'clock . Just drink it now , Loote n't , and you 'll feel all right . '' Robert Allison mechanically reached out his hand for the glass of milk which the solicitous porter held out to him and dutifully drank it , while the porter hovered over him like an anxious hen , clucking out a constant stream of encouraging remarks . The porter and the glass finally disappeared down the aisle , and Robert Allison , now wide awake and flooded with returning energy , remembered with a whimsical smile the illusion that had overtaken him at midday .