four o'clock
He determined to go down . Perhaps she would be there . Even if she were not , he might find some little distraction in the crowd and the horses . He had seen her in the paddock long before the Colonel 's sharp eyes detected him ; and , following in the crush , managed to touch her hand in the crowded gateway , and whisper : `` To-morrow , the National Gallery , at four o'clock -- by the Bacchus and Ariadne . For God 's sake ! '' Her gloved hand pressed his hard ; and she was gone . He stayed in the paddock , too happy almost to breathe ... .