eleven o'clock
I waited a little , but seeing that he did not stir , and made no answer to my questions , I made up my mind to leave him . I am perhaps doing him injustice , but I almost believe he was asleep . Though indeed that would be no proof that he did not feel sorrow ... only his nature was so constituted as to be unable to support painful emotions for long ... His nature was too awfully well-balanced ! The next day exactly at eleven o'clock I was at the place . Fine hail was falling from the low-hanging sky , there was a slight frost , a thaw was close at hand , but there were cutting , disagreeable gusts of wind flitting across in the air ... . It was the most thoroughly Lenten , cold-catching weather . I found Mr. Ratsch on the steps of his house .