four o'clock
Thus , in the stern grips of their destinies , Mark King and Gloria lived through the night , two uncertain spirits awaiting the light of day . And thus their brains , those finite organs upon which mankind entrusts the ordering of great events , prepared themselves for the moment when they must grapple with and decide a matter of supreme moment . And all night the wind , like a hateful voice , jeered . * * * * * At four o'clock that chill , wind-blown morning King began the day . He saw that Gloria was awake and sitting up , looking straight ahead of her . He gave no sign of having noted her , but busied himself in a swift , silent sort of way with fire-building and breakfast preparation . Gloria , in turn , saw him ; she experienced aloof wonder at the look on his face .