eight o'clock
You do n't know Wall Street , Mr. Trent . Let 's you and I hope we never see anything nearer hell than what 's loose in the Street this minute . '' The sea broke raging upon the foot of the cliff under a good breeze ; the sun flooded the land with life from a dappled blue sky . In this perfection of English weather , Trent , who had slept ill , went down before eight o'clock to a pool among the rocks , the direction of which had been given him , and dived deep into clear water . Between vast gray boulders he swam out to the tossing open , forced himself some little way against a coast-wise current , and then returned to his refuge battered and refreshed . Ten minutes later he was scaling the cliff again , and his mind , cleared for the moment of a heavy disgust for the affair he had in hand , was turning over his plans for the morning . It was the day of the inquest , the day after his arrival in the place .