half past five
I turned to walk to the station . I could not guess even remotely what time it was . The sun was shining through the trees , but in the road outside the grounds there were no signs of workers beginning the day . It was half past five when I reached the station . A sleepy porter informed me that there would be a train to London , a slow train , at six . * * * * * I remained in London two days , and on the third went down to Sanstead to see Audrey for the last time . I had made my decision .