about six
o'clock
As for Jone , he seemed to be nearly as much touched as I was , though not in the same way , of course . We took a boat on Loch Lomond to Ardlui , another little town , and then we drove nine miles to the railroad . This was through a wild and solemn valley , and by the side of a rushing river , full of waterfalls and deep and diresome pools . When we reached the railroad we found a train waiting , and we took it and went to Oban , which we reached about six o'clock . Even this railroad trip was delightful , for we went by the great Lake Awe , with another rushing river and mountains and black precipices . We had a carriage all to ourselves until an old lady got in at a station , and she had n't been sitting in her corner more than ten minutes before she turned to me and said : `` You have n't any lakes like this in your country , I suppose . '' Now I must say that , in the heated condition I had been in ever since I came into Scotland , a speech like that was like a squirt of cold water into a thing full of steam .