five o'clock
Greta was finished , but with Christian , try as he would , he was not satisfied ; from day to day her face seemed to him to change , as if her soul were growing . There were things too in her eyes that he could neither read nor reproduce . Dawney would often stroll out to them after his daily visit , and lying on the grass , his arms crossed behind his head , and a big cigar between his lips , would gently banter everybody . Tea came at five o'clock , and then Mrs. Decie appeared armed with a magazine or novel , for she was proud of her literary knowledge . The sitting was suspended ; Harz , with a cigarette , would move between the table and the picture , drinking his tea , putting a touch in here and there ; he never sat down till it was all over for the day . During these `` rests '' there was talk , usually ending in discussion . Mrs. Decie was happiest in conversations of a literary order , making frequent use of such expressions as : `` After all , it produces an illusion -- does anything else matter ? ''