about ten o'clock
Such was the generous nature of the man . I took with me that last letter Gaston had written , but his other papers and belongings I left under my master 's care , hoping -- but alas ! not believing -- that before I returned Gaston Cheverny would have been found . I rode hard on that journey , and on the fifth evening after leaving Hüningen , about ten o'clock , I reached the château of Capello . It had been less than a month since I had left Francezka full of hope and joy , and I had come now to rob her of all except hope . Although it was the fragrant time of the year , the evening was chill , with a fine , cold rain falling . The lights were still burning in the little yellow room where Francezka usually sat .