five o'clock
She seized hold of a cabinet photo that stood on her dressing-table . It was Captain Knox in his regimentals ; and as his frank , fearless gaze met hers , the flood of her tears was loosed , and they came thick and fast , relieving her brain , but exhausting all her strength by their vehemence . Luncheon time came , but no one could get her out of her room , and Agatha wisely let her alone . At five o'clock she tried her door again , and this time Clare unlocked it , and met her on the threshold with tumbled hair , flushed face , and defiant eyes . ` What do you want ? Ca n't you leave me alone ? ' ` Oh , Clare darling , how I wish I could comfort you !