two o'clock
He talked of clubs , New York clubs and London clubs , and of plays that were yet to be given , and music that the public would never hear . Susan felt as if electricity was coursing through her veins . She felt no fatigue , no sleepiness , no hunger ; her champagne bubbled untouched , but she emptied her glass of ice-water over and over again . Of the lights and the music and the crowd she was only vaguely conscious ; she saw , as if in a dream , the hands of the big clock , at the end of the room , move past one , past two o'clock , but she never thought of the time . It was after two o'clock ; still they talked on . The musicians had gone home , lights were put out in the corners of the room , tables and chairs were being piled together . Stephen Bocqueraz had turned his chair so that he sat sideways at the table ; Billy , opposite him , leaned on his elbows ; Susan , sitting between them , framing her face in her hands , moved her eyes from one face to the other .