four o'clock
`` Oh , my God ! '' she said , looking straight before her vacantly at the children , who at once began to cry again . '' _ Oh , my God _ ! Look here , miss '' -- her voice dropped , her swollen eyes fixed themselves on Marcella -- the words came out in a low , hurried stream -- `` It was just after four o'clock I heard that door turn ; I got up in my nightgown and ran down , and there was Jim . ` Put that light out , ' he says to me , sharp like . ` Oh , Jim , ' says I , ` wherever have you been ? You 'll be the death o ' me and them poor children ! '