midnight
She ran up-stairs , and during the half-hour of her toilette Mrs. Hofer examined everything in the down-stairs rooms and nodded an emphatic approval . It was nearly midnight . Isabel , her head still buzzing after a kaleidoscopic day , which included much motoring and many words , felt no inclination for bed , moreover was not only curious to hear Gwynne 's impressions , but felt a pleasant sense of anticipation in talking the day over with him . He had telephoned that he was going down to Burlingame for dinner , but should manage to return to the house in the neighborhood of midnight . She wondered if he had met as many people and received as many bewildering impressions as she had done . If she had cherished a lingering delusion that aught remained of the old proud reserved character of the society of her mother 's time , it had vanished before the chatter of her hostess and the experiences of the day . They had not lunched at The St. Francis , after all .