seven o'clock
It seemed to Hubert Varrick that life was leaving his body . How he made his way out of the place , he never afterward remembered . There was but one other course to pursue , and that was , to go to New York by the first outgoing train , and try to find her . Hailing a passing cab , he sprang into it , remembering just in time that the New York express left the depot at seven o'clock . If the man drove sharp he might make it , but it would be as much as he could do . He gave the man a double fare , who , whipping up his horses , fairly whirled down the snow-packed road in the direction of the depot . `` I am afraid that I can not make the train , sir , '' called the driver , hoarsely , as Hubert Varrick leaned out of the window , crying excitedly that he would quadruple his fare if he would make the horses go faster .