about three o'clock
I can not describe to you the thoughts that ran through my brain . I was bewildered , and wanted to run away to Switzerland . But the worst of all was when I approached Quatre Vents by the path along the Daun . It was about three o'clock . Aunt Grédel was putting up some poles for her beans , in the rear of the garden , and she saw me in the distance , and said to herself : `` Why it is Joseph ! what is he doing in the grain ? '' But when I got into the road , which was full of ruts and sand and which the sun made as hot as a furnace , I went on more slowly with my head bent down , thinking I should never dare to go in , when , suddenly aunt exclaimed from behind the hedge , `` Is it you , Joseph ? ''