four o'clock
He was watching two distant figures , followed by a black dot , stroll away across the park . One of them seemed to drag himself unwillingly . Mr. Tristram congratulated himself on the acumen which had led him to keep himself concealed until Doll and Hugh had started for Beaumere . Sybell had announced at luncheon , in the tone of one who observes a religious rite , that she should rest till four o'clock , and would be ready to sit for the portrait of her upper lip at that hour . It was only half-past two now . Mr. Tristram had planted himself exactly in front of Rachel 's windows , with his back to the house . `` She will keep me waiting , but she will come out in time , '' he said to himself , nervous and self-confident by turns , resting his head rather gracefully on his hand .