one o'clock
Thence he drove to Fenchurch Street and took a passage to Madeira . The clerk , the same one who had given him his ticket about a year before , remembered him perfectly , and asked him how he got on with Mrs. Carr . But when his passage was taken he was disgusted to find that the mail did not sail for another five days . He looked at his watch , it was only half-past one o'clock . He could scarcely believe what had happened had only occurred that morning , only seven hours ago . It seemed to him that he had stood face to face with Angela , not that morning , but years ago , and miles away , on some desolate shore which lay on the other side of a dead ocean of pain . And yet it was only seven hours !