four o'clock
The Votivkirche struck one , two , three quarters of an hour . The candlestick in her hand changed from iron to ice , from ice to red-hot fire . Still the Portier had not come back and the door chain swung in the wind . At four o'clock she retired to the bedroom again . Indignation had changed to fear , coupled with sneezing . Surely even the Schubert Society -- What was that ? From the Portier 's bed was coming a rhythmic respiration !