four o'clock
It seemed , too , as though his own prison doors had swung open , and while he stood on the free threshold had slammed inward upon him , sweeping him back , broken and bruised with their clanging momentum . To-morrow he must go away . Benton looked at his watch . It was after four o'clock . Then a knock came on the door . Benton did not respond . He feared that young Harcourt , belated and flushed with brandy-acid-soda , might have seen the light of his transom and paused for gossip .