five o'clock
This belt had never quitted him since the night upon which he made it . The carriage conveyed him to the Shorncliffe station . He got out and went upon the platform . Although it was not yet five o'clock , the wintry light was fading in the grey sky , and in the railway station it was already dark . There were lamps here and there , but they only made separate splotches of light in the dusky atmosphere . Henry Dunbar walked slowly up and down the platform . He was so deeply absorbed by his own thoughts that he was quite startled presently when a young man came close behind him , and addressed him eagerly .