Four o'clock
Diana , her hands clasped loosely in her lap , watched the fire or stared at the snow drifts that the wind was piling against the window . It seemed to Enoch that the shadows about her great eyes were deepening as the hours went on . Suddenly Frank looked at his watch . `` Four o'clock ! I must go out to the corral . Want to come along , Enoch ? '' `` I think not , Frank .