four o’clock
Let us pray that Mademoiselle will not be unreasonable . '' `` You are very kind , '' Peter Ruff murmured . Peter Ruff drove through the gray dawn to his hotel , in the splendid automobile of Monsieur de Founcelles , whose homeward route lay in that direction . It was four o'clock when he accepted his key from a sleepy-looking clerk , and turned towards the staircase . The hotel was wrapped in semi-gloom . Sweepers and cleaners were at work . The palms had been turned out into the courtyard .