about five o'clock
He was not there . She glanced hastily over the loose sheets of paper on his writing table . There were a few scratches , unintelligible phrases , nothing more . In the gallery she met the major-domo , who informed her that the master had gone out in his boat about five o'clock . The day was clear and the waters calmer . There was no reason for either surprise or uneasiness , and Anne , who expected vagaries of every sort until the poem was finished , endeavoured to while away the long day with a new novel sent her by Medora Ogilvy . But she had instinctively taken a chair by a window facing the sea , and as the day wore on and she saw no sign of boat of any sort , she finally renounced the attempt to keep her mind in tune with fiction .