four o'clock
Dorothea was quite calm -- quite still -- she had been so all the time . It makes me cry to think what she must have felt , dear sweet thing ; but such a day as that one was , Laura , I can not describe , and you can not imagine . The whole country was completely snowed up . St. George had telegraphed to John Mortimer , from London , to be at our house , if possible , by four o'clock , for something had gone wrong , and his horses , because of the deep drift , overturned the phaeton into a ditch . John rolled out , but managed to wade on to us ; he was half covered with snow when I came down just as light was failing , and saw him in the hall stamping about and shaking the snow out of his pockets and from his hair . I heard him sighing and saying how sad it was , for we thought Val must be ill , till Giles came up to him , and in two minutes told him what had happened . Oh I never saw anybody in such a fury as he put himself into !