five o'clock
This road , along which the grass was growing , was strangely solitary and dreary . It brought us after a while to the edge of a common , stretching before us , drear and brown , as far as my eye could reach . A wild , weird-looking flat , with no sign of cultivation ; and the road running across it lying in deep ruts , where moss and grass were springing . As far as I could guess , it was drawing near to five o'clock ; and , if we had wandered out of our way , the right road took an opposite direction some miles behind us . There was no gleam of sunshine now , no vision of blue overhead . All there was gray , gloomy , and threatening . The horizon was rapidly becoming invisible ; a thin , cold , clinging vapor shut it from us .