five o'clock
Are you embarrassed ? '' she asked , suddenly aware of a new quality in him . `` No , certainly not , '' he defended himself . It was five o'clock when they drew into Grand Central Station , a time when the whole duty of man seems to be to get out of New York and into the suburbs . An army of ants ran through the great blue-vaulted rotunda , streaming into the narrow tunnels , where the steel horses were puffing and steaming . The sense of rushing waters was upon Jarvis . He halted , stunned and helpless .