nine at night
As the evening drew on the weather became chilly . Ah ! we were approaching the sea . By nine at night innumerable stars were twinkling over a dusky point of land which seemed to have waded out as far as possible into the indefinable expanse mirroring unsteadily a host of lights . A strong , damp , briny breath came up to us , and a vast murmur as if thousands of unseen , mysterious , deep-voiced spirits were chanting some wonderful religious service . `` Whoa ! '' with a heavy lurch the yellow post-chaise , in which we had performed the second day 's journey , came to a stand .