ten o'clock
Just a small house of gray stone it is -LRB- for I would get out and walk up part way to see it from far off , not to intrude or spy -RRB- ; and there that great genius shines out , a clear , white light for the world , like a beacon or a star . Evidently Surrey air suits geniuses . Do you remember reading about Keats , that he wrote a lot of `` Endymion '' at Burford Bridge ? It was only a little after ten o'clock when we passed the quaint-looking hotel there , but already at least a dozen motors were drawn up before it . I wanted to go in and ask if they show the room Lord Nelson used ; but we had too many things to see . Of course , I am always wishing for you , but I began to wish the hardest just as we came into this green , brackeny , fairyland of Surrey . It 's the kind of country you love best ; although I must say it was never planned for motors .