four o'clock
Claude must begin , must waste no more precious hours ; she would take him the poem of William Watson , would read it to him . He might make of it a song , and in the making he would learn something perhaps -- to hasten on the path . She started for the studio one day , taking the _ Belle Dame _ , William Watson 's poems , and two or three books of French poetry , Verlaine , Montesquiou , Moréas . She arrived in Renwick Place just after four o'clock . She meant to make tea for Claude and herself , and had brought with her some little cakes and a bottle of milk . Quite a load she was carrying . The gouty hands of the caretaker went up when he saw her .