five o'clock
What to do -- what to do -- what to do -- ! How to get out of this tangle ; where to go to begin again , away from these people who knew her and loved her , and would drive her mad with their sympathy and curiosity ! The clock struck three -- four -- five . At five o'clock Susan , suddenly realizing her own loneliness and loss , burst into bitter crying and after that she slept . The next day , from the office , she wrote to Peter Coleman : I am beginning to think that our little talk in the office a week ago was a mistake , and that you think so . I do n't say anything of my own feelings ; you know them .