Five o'clock
The sound of the horse 's hoofs died away down the road towards Kelstein . Had Hetty known , her father was the horseman , with Patty riding pillion behind him . Over the frozen floods came the note of a church clock , borne on the almost windless air . `` Five o'clock ? '' Hetty sprang up . `` Time to be going , and past . '' `` You have not forgiven me , '' he murmured .