four o'clock
As she moved about the room , nervously fingering the books and trifles upon the table or the mantle , she seemed beside herself with anxiety . She went to the window to stand looking out as if hoping for the return of the artist . She went to the open door of his bedroom , her hands clenched , her limbs trembling , her face betraying the agony of her mind . With Louise , she was leaving that evening , at four o'clock , for the East -- with the body of her husband . She could not go without seeing again the man whom , as Mr. Taine had rightly said , she loved -- loved with the only love of which -- because of her environment and life -- she was capable . She still believed in her power over him whose passion she had besieged with all the lure of her physical beauty , but that which she had seen in his face as he had watched the girl musician the night of the dinner , filled her with fear . Presently , in her desperation , when the artist did not return , she seated herself at the table to put upon paper , as best she could , the things she had come to say .