Eleven o'clock
When he rose the dark and livid light of a gloomy day entered through the balconies . It was raining , the water drops mingled with flakes of snow . Everything was black ; the sky , the walls opposite , a dripping gable within view , the muddy pavement , the roofs of the coaches shining like mirrors , the movable cupolas of the umbrellas . Eleven o'clock ! Should he go to see Doña Sol ? Why not ! The night before he had put aside this thought with a rush of anger .