ten in the morning
What chance had I among all these ? There was not much conceit left in me , I assure you , as I followed meekly in their wake towards Hawk Street that morning . My uncle 's directions had been so simple that I had never calculated on having any difficulty in finding my destination . But it 's all very well in a quiet country town to find one street that turns out of another , but in London , between nine and ten in the morning , it 's quite a different matter . At least so I found it . Half a dozen streets turned out of the one which I and the stream descended , and though I carefully studied the name of each in turn , no Hawk Street was there . `` Can you tell me where Hawk Street is ? ''