one o'clock
They talked with great animation and interest of the people at the party . Arrived at home , George , pleading press of work , went down into the library while Genevieve went to bed . Carefully they postponed the moment of making articulate all that , remaining unspoken , might be ignored . It was one o'clock and he had not moved a paper for an hour , when the library door opened . Genevieve stood there . She had sometimes come before when he had worked at night , to chide him for neglecting sleep , to bring bouillon or chocolate . But tonight she did neither .