twelve o'clock
For another hour she sat immovable . A light storm had come up with summer caprice , thunder without lightning , and a thin fall of rain that hardly laid the dust . There was a certain whiteness to the gloom , indicating the sun 's readiness to pierce it , but a breeze had sprung up , fanning the Swiss curtains in against Lilly 's cheek , and across the street she could see her mother 's shades fly up and windows open to the refreshment of it . At twelve o'clock the telephone rang . It was her husband . `` Yes , she was well . Pouring downtown ?