one o'clock
Christopher was respectable ; he would undoubtedly continue to rise at Swettenham 's , he would take a pride in the magnificence of her costume . When her temper called for natural relief she could quarrel with him by the hour without the least apprehension , and in the end would graciously forgive him . Yes , there was much to be said for Christopher . A little before one o'clock she was at Liverpool Street , sheltered from a drizzle that brought down all the smoke of myriad chimneys . A slim figure in overcoat and shining hat rushed through the puddles towards her , waving an umbrella to the peril of other people speeding only less frantically . `` Polly ! I 've got it ! ''