about four o'clock
`` Can trouble live in April days , Or sadness in the summer moons ? '' I thought , as I watched the clear sky , grown less hard than it had been for weeks , and sparkling with stars . But before another sunset it seemed to me that beauty had fled out of the world , and that goodness , innocence , mercy , gentleness , were a mere mockery of empty words . Here let us leave the poor women , asleep on the lonely rock , with no help near them in heaven or upon earth , and follow the fishermen to Portsmouth , where they arrived about four o'clock that afternoon . One of the first men whom they saw as they neared the town was Louis Wagner ; to him they threw the rope from the schooner , and he helped draw her in to the wharf . Greetings passed between them ; he spoke to Mathew Hontvet , and as he looked at Ivan Christensen , the men noticed a flush pass over Louis 's face . He asked were they going out again that night ?