five o'clock in the morning
When I reached home , I told Larive to make what preparations were necessary as I would set out in the morning . The poor fellow was astonished , but I made him a sign to obey and ask no questions . He brought a large trunk and busied himself with preparations for departure . It was five o'clock in the morning and day was beginning to break , when I asked myself where I was going . At that thought , which had not occurred to me before , I experienced a profound feeling of discouragement . I cast my eyes over the country , scanning the horizon . A sense of weakness took possession of me ; I was exhausted with fatigue .