three o'clock
How many times Mr. Linden went there afterwards Faith did not know -- she could only guess . There was no school for the next two days . Tuesday was white with snow , -- not falling thick upon the ground , but in fine light flakes , and few people cared to be out . Mr. Linden had been , early in the morning , -- since dinner he had been in his room ; and now as it drew towards three o'clock , he came down and left the house , taking the road towards that of Jonathan Fax . Other dark figures now appeared from time to time , bending their steps in the same direction , -- some sturdy farmer in his fearnought coat , or two of the school-boys with their arms round each other . Then this ceased , and the soft falling snow alone was in the field . The afternoon wore on , and the sun was towards the setting , when a faint reddish tinge began to flush along the western horizon , and the snowflakes grew thinner .