four o'clock in the afternoon
A moment her eyes rest on his , in another moment she is gone . All that is left him is the memory of a little lovely creature , clad in a white gown , who had come to him with merry , happy eyes , and a smile upon her lips -- a smile that he had killed ! It is the next day , and luncheon is well over , a somewhat badly-attended meal . But now all have managed to scramble downstairs , and the terrace is full of people who are saying `` Good-morning '' to each other at four o'clock in the afternoon . `` I never felt so tired in my life , '' says Mrs. Chichester , subsiding into a lounge chair , and trying to look as if her tea-gown is n't quite new . She has selected this evening in especial to spring it upon her women friends . As a rule people look dowdy after being up all night .