five o'clock
The light from the door fell on his face and showed it gay as a boy 's . Her face was hidden , or he must have , recognized the misery stamped upon it . * * * * * * In the morning light it seemed to her that the finger of snow on her hair had broadened a little . It was five o'clock of an ice-green dawn , with the mountain like an ashen wraith outside , and the wind still raging . South-easters last for three days , Kenna had said , and she shuddered to look at that unseen power whipping the leaves from the trees , beating down the beauty of the garden , tearing the mists from the mountain 's side , only to pile them higher upon the summit . It took courage to go out in that wind , but it took greater courage to stay and meet Vereker Sarle . So she was dressed and hatted , with a small suit-case in her hand , and starting on a journey to the Paarl .