Quarter to five
She leaned over the little bridge , her body strong , confident in its physical strength , her hands clasped , her eyes meditative . No need for secrecy to-night . Her father was in Drymouth for two days . Quarter to five . The chimes struck out clear across the town . Hearing them she looked back and saw the sky a flood of red behind the Cathedral . She longed for Falk to-night , a new longing .