Ten o'clock
She was still consuming the pages of her bulky mail . A clock chimed the hour , and the wife looked up from her letter . She turned a face that was still pretty for all her fifty odd years , in the direction of the man at the window . `` Ten o'clock , Charles , '' she reminded him . Then her enquiring look melted into a gentle smile . `` The office has less attraction with the snow falling . '' `` It has less attraction to-day , anyway , '' the lawyer responded without turning .