four o'clock
There was no possibility of escape . It was just as if Satan had been holding me in the net of my sin , so that I could not fly away . At three o'clock next day -LRB- which was the day before the day fixed for the reception -RRB- I heard the motor-car going off to meet my husband at Blackwater . At four o'clock I heard it return . A few minutes afterwards I heard my husband 's voice in the hall . I thought he would come up to me directly , but he did not do so , and I did not attempt to go down . When , after a while , I asked what had become of him , I was told that he was in the library with Alma , and that they were alone .