five o’clock
When the sun which looked into the wood , and gilded with its rising light a dead man 's lace , had seen that man alive , and sought to win him to a thought of Heaven , on its going down last night ! But here were London streets again . Hush ! It was but five o'clock . He had time enough to reach his own house unobserved , and before there were many people in the streets , if nothing had happened so far , tending to his discovery . He slipped down from the coach without troubling the driver to stop his horses ; and hurrying across the road , and in and out of every by-way that lay near his course , at length approached his own dwelling . He used additional caution in his immediate neighbourhood ; halting first to look all down the street before him ; then gliding swiftly through that one , and stopping to survey the next , and so on .