five o’clock
He had gone forth alone , in a remote suburb of the metropolis , at a late hour , himself under strong excitement . He might have returned to the house , or have lost his way amidst some dark haunts of violence and crime ; they knew not where to send , or what to suggest . Day already began to dawn , and still he came not . A length , towards five o'clock , a loud rap was heard at the door , and Mr. Beaufort , hearing some bustle in the hall , descended . He saw his son borne into the hall from a hackney-coach by two strangers , pale , bleeding , and apparently insensible . His first thought was that he had been murdered by Philip . He uttered a feeble cry , and sank down beside his son .