Five o'clock
In her own mind she could not perceive a stone of solidity anywhere , nor a face that had the appearance of our common life . She heard the cannon at intervals . The things she said set Danvers laughing , and she wondered at the woman 's mingled mirth and stiffness . Five o'clock struck . Her letters were sent to the post . Her boxes were piled from stairs to door . She read the labels , for her good-bye to the hated name of Warwick : -- why ever adopted !