about ten o’clock at night
`` Here we will leave them for a time , '' said the man ; `` when I think they have had enough , I will come back , tie their fore-legs , and let them pick about . '' Fire of Charcoal -- The New Comer -- No Wonder ! -- Not a Blacksmith -- A Love Affair -- Gretna Green -- A Cool Thousand -- Family Estates -- Borough Interest -- Grand Education -- Let us Hear -- Already Quarrelling -- Honourable Parents -- Most Heroically -- Not Common People -- Fresh Charcoal . It might be about ten o'clock at night . Belle , the postillion , and myself sat just within the tent , by a fire of charcoal which I had kindled in the chafing-pan . The man had removed the harness from his horses , and , after tethering their legs , had left them for the night in the field above , to regale themselves on what grass they could find . The rain had long since entirely ceased , and the moon and stars shone bright in the firmament , up to which , putting aside the canvas , I occasionally looked from the depths of the dingle .