six o’clock
Flora felt truly ashamed of the old man 's meanness , but was glad to repay his trifling services in a way suggested by himself . The weather for the last three weeks had been unusually fine , but towards the evening of this memorable 30th of May , large masses of clouds began to rise in the north-west , and the sea changed its azure hue to a dull leaden grey . Old Kitson shook his head prophetically . `` There 's a change of weather at hand , Mrs. Lyndsay ; you may look out for squalls before six o'clock to-morrow . The wind shifts every minute , and there 's an ugly swell rolling in upon the shore . '' `` Ah , I hope it will be fine , '' said Flora , looking anxiously up at the troubled sky ; `` it is so miserable to begin a long journey in the rain . Perhaps it will pass off during the night in a thunder-shower . ''