Four o’clock
`` I say no more . When he walked away from me down that lane , he walked to his death . I have written to Midwinter to expect me in London nest week , and to be ready for our marriage soon afterward . '' `` Four o'clock . -- Half an hour since , I put on my bonnet to go out and post the letter to Midwinter myself . And here I am , still in my room , with my mind torn by doubts , and my letter on the table . `` Armadale counts for nothing in the perplexities that are now torturing me .