four o'clock
It was all most miserable and picturesque , and outside the fog gathered , and the rain poured down in a fine , persistent drizzle . It was one of those typical November days when it seems as if the earth itself is in the blues , and that it becomes everyone living on its surface to follow its example . When afternoon came Peggy curled herself in an arm-chair in the corner of the study , and stared gloomily at the fire . It was four o'clock . In another hour the postman would call for the letters , and she would deliver the precious packet into his hands . She had made it up in the dinner-hour , with some faint idea of carrying it to the village ; but she was tired , the rain poured , and Rob had said that the afternoon post would do . She had given up the idea of going out , and taken a nap instead on the top of her bed .