ten o'clock
At ten o'clock on a morning in October -- a dazzling , sunlit morning after hours of wind-lashed rain -- a young man hurried out of Victoria Station and dodged the traffic and the mud-pools on his way towards Victoria Street . Suddenly he was brought to a stand by an unusual spectacle . A procession of the `` unemployed '' was sauntering out of Vauxhall Bridge Road into the more important street . Being men of leisure , the processionists moved slowly .