four o'clock
The angry color flamed into the old man 's cheeks . His sorely tried patience was on the point of giving way , but a cry from the window recalled him . `` Where has he gone ? '' `` He left for the East at four o'clock , '' faltered the secretary , after a moment of wretched irresolution . The general 's face became white , as his anger yielded to a more powerful emotion . `` Impossible ! '' he cried .