half past four
said Foster darkly . It was as if a shaping ideal had dissipated . Or as if a trace of weakness in one seemingly so young and strong was not altogether unacceptable as a source of consolation . However , Cope , at half past four that afternoon , was on the faculty tennis-courts , with a racquet in his hand . But one set was enough . `` I seem to be a day ahead of my schedule , '' he said , pulling out and strolling along homeward . Two or three days later , Randolph put a book of essays in his pocket and went round to spend an hour with Joseph Foster .