three o'clock
All his morning 's blaze of elation was gone , though there still glowed a great hope . He had slept only two hours of the night . An empty man , he had drunk joy , and now the intoxication was dying out . At three o'clock of the afternoon he sat alone in the second-class carriage , looking out . A few raindrops struck the pane , then the blurred dazzle of a shower came in a burst of wind , and hid the downs and the reeds that shivered in the marshy places . Siegmund sat in a chilly torpor . He counted the stations .