eleven o’clock
The _ Morning Herald _ informed its readers that an old woman in Camden Town had been heard to say that the fineness of the season was ` unprecedented in the memory of the oldest inhabitant ; ' and Islington clerks , with large families and small salaries , left off their black gaiters , disdained to carry their once green cotton umbrellas , and walked to town in the conscious pride of white stockings and cleanly brushed Bluchers . Dumps beheld all this with an eye of supreme contempt -- his triumph was at hand . He knew that if it had been fine for four weeks instead of four days , it would rain when he went out ; he was lugubriously happy in the conviction that Friday would be a wretched day -- and so it was . ` I knew how it would be , ' said Dumps , as he turned round opposite the Mansion-house at half-past eleven o'clock on the Friday morning . ` I knew how it would be . _ I _ am concerned , and that 's enough ; ' -- and certainly the appearance of the day was sufficient to depress the spirits of a much more buoyant-hearted individual than himself . It had rained , without a moment 's cessation , since eight o'clock ; everybody that passed up Cheapside , and down Cheapside , looked wet , cold , and dirty .