five o'clock
He fled down a cross-street and again felt free . For hours he walked the lighted avenues , or sat moodily on wayside benches , and at length , on a rustic seat screened by shrubbery in a little park , he dozed . He awoke in the early light , stretched legs and arms luxuriously and again walked . He saw it was five o'clock . He was thrilled now by the morning beauty of the Corsican 's city , all gray and green in the flooding sun . And the streets had filled with a voluble traffic that affected him pleasantly . Every one seemed to speak gayly to every one .