five o'clock
The figure of the old man clutching the violin and staring with glassy eyes into the dying fire would not away . When he reached the hotel he tried to rest , but his excited brain banished every thought of slumber . Restlessly he moved about the room , and finally dressing , he left the hotel for his daily call on Mildred . It was after five o'clock when he arrived . She received him coldly and without any mark of affection . She had heard of Mr. Sanders ' death ; her father had sent word . `` It shocked me greatly , '' she said ; `` but perhaps the old man is happier in a world far from strife and care .