four o'clock
After all , there was no way out of it , but the way he had chosen , -- to kill her and make an end ! To kill her and make an end ! He muttered these words over and over to himself , as he stood irresolutely watching the broad patterns of the moonlight , and thinking confusedly about the time . Yes , -- it was four o'clock when he went to Angela 's studio , -- it must have been five , or past that hour when he left it , -- when he slunk down the side-street which led to the river , and threw the key and his dagger together into the muddy tide . After that he had gone home , -- and had superintended his valet , while that individual packed his portmanteau for Naples -- and then -- and then ? Yes , -- then he had written to Angela , -- one of the pretty gracious little notes she was accustomed to receive from him , -- how strange it was to write to a dead girl ! -- and he had gone out to the nearest florist 's shop , and chosen a basket of lilies to send to her , -- lilies were for dead maidens always , -- and he had sent the flowers and his love letter together .