four o’clock
asked Charlotte , beginning to rock again . `` I 'm not sure , '' said Old Mr. Neave . `` I 'm not sure . I did n't see him after four o'clock . '' `` He said -- '' began Charlotte . But at that moment Ethel , who was twitching over the leaves of some paper or other , ran to her mother and sank down beside her chair . `` There , you see , '' she cried .