about ten o'clock
But we have no fair ground for entertaining unfavourable auguries concerning Arthur Donnithorne , who this morning proves himself capable of a prudent resolution founded on conscience . One thing is clear : Nature has taken care that he shall never go far astray with perfect comfort and satisfaction to himself ; he will never get beyond that border-land of sin , where he will be perpetually harassed by assaults from the other side of the boundary . He will never be a courtier of Vice , and wear her orders in his button-hole . It was about ten o'clock , and the sun was shining brilliantly ; everything was looking lovelier for the yesterday 's rain . It is a pleasant thing on such a morning to walk along the well-rolled gravel on one 's way to the stables , meditating an excursion . But the scent of the stables , which , in a natural state of things , ought to be among the soothing influences of a man 's life , always brought with it some irritation to Arthur . There was no having his own way in the stables ; everything was managed in the stingiest fashion .