eight in the morning
Altogether , if I had any glancing idea that the cart was really a carriage , I had soon dismissed it ; but I was still inquisitive as to what it should contain , and where it had come from . Wheels and horses were splashed with many different colours of mud , as though they had come far and across a considerable diversity of country . The driver continually and vainly plied his whip . It seemed to follow they had made a long , perhaps an all-night , stage ; and that the driver , at that early hour of a little after eight in the morning , already felt himself belated . I looked for the name of the proprietor on the shaft , and started outright . Fortune had favoured the careless : it was Burchell Fenn ! ` A wet morning , my man , ' said I .