about four o'clock
She felt almost guilty in asking for knowledge about him from another , but the dread of being without it -- the dread of that ignorance which would make her unjust or hard -- overcame every scruple . That there had been some crisis in her husband 's mind she was certain : he had the very next day begun a new method of arranging his notes , and had associated her quite newly in carrying out his plan . Poor Dorothea needed to lay up stores of patience . It was about four o'clock when she drove to Lydgate 's house in Lowick Gate , wishing , in her immediate doubt of finding him at home , that she had written beforehand . And he was not at home . `` Is Mrs. Lydgate at home ? '' said Dorothea , who had never , that she knew of , seen Rosamond , but now remembered the fact of the marriage .