About half past five
Two o'clock passed -- and three , and four , and five . The suspense was fearful to Zillah , so fearful , indeed , that at last she felt that it would be a relief to hear any news -- even the worst . At length her suspense was ended . About half past five Obed returned . Anxiety was on his face , and he looked at Zillah with an expression of the deepest pity and commiseration . She on her part advanced to meet him with white lips and trembling frame , and laid on his hand her own , which was like ice . `` You have not found her ? ''