eight o'clock
The spire of Evian shone under the woods that surrounded it , and the range of mountain above mountain by which it was overhung . The wind , which had hitherto carried us along with amazing rapidity , sunk at sunset to a light breeze ; the soft air just ruffled the water , and caused a pleasant motion among the trees as we approached the shore , from which it wafted the most delightful scent of flowers and hay . The sun sunk beneath the horizon as we landed ; and as I touched the shore , I felt those cares and fears revive , which soon were to clasp me , and cling to me for ever . It was eight o'clock when we landed ; we walked for a short time on the shore , enjoying the transitory light , and then retired to the inn , and contemplated the lovely scene of waters , woods , and mountains , obscured in darkness , yet still displaying their black outlines . The wind , which had fallen in the south , now rose with great violence in the west . The moon had reached her summit in the heavens , and was beginning to descend ; the clouds swept across it swifter than the flight of the vulture , and dimmed her rays , while the lake reflected the scene of the busy heavens , rendered still busier by the restless waves that were beginning to rise . Suddenly a heavy storm of rain descended .