ten o'clock
the large drops of blood that still stained my shirt , which , in my confusion , I had not changed , drove from my mind the consoling hope ; they were damning evidence of a terrible reality . My mind reverted back to its former agony , which became so aggravated by the silence of the public prints that I was rendered desperate . The silence gave a mystery to the whole occurrence , more unendurable than if I had found it narrated in the most aggravated language , and my person described , with a reward for my apprehension . As soon as my sickness had a little abated , and I was able to go out , I went in the evening , a little before ten o'clock , to the neighbourhood of where the coach from Edinburgh stopped . I walked about until its arrival , shunning observation as much as possible . At length it came . No one descended from it whom I recollected ever to have seen .