about eleven o'clock
And it was after that that I found out the truth . I learnt the truth last November -- on the third of November , to be precise -- and I remember every instant since . It was a gloomy evening , one of the gloomiest possible evenings . I was going home at about eleven o'clock , and I remember that I thought that the evening could not be gloomier . Even physically . Rain had been falling all day , and it had been a cold , gloomy , almost menacing rain , with , I remember , an unmistakable spite against mankind . Suddenly between ten and eleven it had stopped , and was followed by a horrible dampness , colder and damper than the rain , and a sort of steam was rising from everything , from every stone in the street , and from every by-lane if one looked down it as far as one could .