four o'clock
I am cold , and I imagine that it is -- '' `` What , Gerande ? '' `` The presence of that man , who always follows us , '' she replied in a low tone . Master Zacharius turned towards the little old man . `` Faith , he goes well , '' said he , with a satisfied air , `` for it is just four o'clock . Fear nothing , my child ; it is not a man , it is a clock ! '' Gerande looked at her father in terror . How could Master Zacharius read the hour on this strange creature 's visage ?