five
o'clock
There was no sign of anybody entering or leaving the other wing , although -LRB- as he discovered on strolling round by the road -RRB- a gate in the wall on the right of the gardens , and a carriage-drive running up to it , gave independent egress from that side of the Castle . Breakfast with the Count was no more fruitful of information ; the Count discussed -LRB- apropos of a book at which he had been glancing -RRB- the question of the Temporal Power of the Papacy with learning and some heat : he was , it appeared , strongly opposed to these ecclesiastical claims , and spoke of them with marked bitterness . Dieppe , very little interested , escaped for a walk early in the afternoon . It was five o'clock when he regained the garden and stood for a few moments looking down towards the river . It was just growing dusk , and the lights of the inn were visible in the village across the valley . Fishermen are a persevering race , the young man in the soft hat was still at his post . But no , he was not fishing !