about five in the morning
No sooner did that idea cross my imagination than I became convinced of its truth . The figure passed me quickly , and I lost it in the gloom . I thought of pursuing , but it would have been in vain , for another flash discovered him to me hanging among the rocks , and he soon reached the summit and disappeared . It was about five in the morning when I entered my father 's house . It was a house of mourning , and from that time I lived in daily fear lest the monster I had created should perpetrate some new wickedness . I wished to see him again that I might avenge the death of William . My wish was soon gratified .