ten A.M.
The next day was one of bright sunshine : he sat on the terrace , read a tragedy of Sophocles , and was not sorry , when Raven announced dinner , to find himself alive . On the third evening , the wind blew , and the rain beat , and the owl flapped against his windows ; and he put a new flint in his pistol . On the fourth day , the sun shone again ; and he locked the pistol up in a drawer , where he left it undisturbed , till the morning of the eventful Thursday , when he ascended the turret with a telescope , and spied anxiously along the road that crossed the fens from Claydyke : but nothing appeared on it . He watched in this manner from ten A.M. till Raven summoned him to dinner at five ; when he stationed Crow at the telescope , and descended to his own funeral-feast . He left open the communications between the tower and turret , and called aloud at intervals to Crow , -- ` Crow , Crow , is any thing coming ? ' Crow answered , ` The wind blows , and the windmills turn , but I see nothing coming ; ' and , at every answer , Scythrop found the necessity of raising his spirits with a bumper . After dinner , he gave Raven his watch to set by the abbey clock .