four o'clock
The day wore on . Violet dragged herself to her bed again , and lay there all afternoon while Ransome hung about the house and garden , unable to think , unable to work , or take an interest in anything . He was oppressed by a sense of irremediable calamity . At four o'clock he made tea and took it to Violet in her room . She sat up , weak and submissive , and drank , crying softly . She turned her face to him as she sank back on her pillow . `` I 'm sorry , Ranny , '' she said ; `` but you should n't have married me .