four o'clock
The whole happening had been so sudden , that I was unable to view it calmly . That morning he had looked more than usually well , so well that I could not help reflecting how much younger he appeared than on the day when I had first seen him . He had taken a long walk , too , and showed not the slightest sign of fatigue on his return . He had eaten sparingly , and had drunk nothing but water with his lunch , and a cup of tea at four o'clock . Yet at half-past six he had the stamp of death upon his face , he breathed with difficulty , and his features were drawn and haggard . As I sat by his side , watching him until the doctor came , I remembered that for perhaps an hour before his attack he was very silent , and had moved around as though he were lacking in energy , but I had thought little of it at the time . Now , however , his condition told its own tale .