four o'clock
And then , my dear , after a year he began to change . He did n't write to me for weeks , and I had to go to school every day , and try to think of the work , and be patient with the girls , and seem bright and interested , as if I had nothing on my mind . It was near Christmas - time , and we were rehearsing a play . I used to feel as if I should go mad , staying behind after four o'clock to go over those wretched scenes , when I was panting to run home to see if a letter had come ! But each time that we met again I forgot everything ; I was so happy that I had no time to grumble . That surprises you , does n't it ? You can hardly believe that of me , but I was different then .