four in the afternoon
I can do nothing more in France . Let us go back to England -- but we will talk of all this to-morrow . '' The letter fell from Marie 's hands ; she closed her eyes , and was silent , leaning backward , with her head on a cushion . After a long pause she looked at the clock , which then marked four in the afternoon . `` My lord keeps me waiting , '' she said , with savage irony . `` Oh ! God grant he may not come ! ''