about seven in
the evening
There was an omnibus that went rather more than half-way , if only I could get it I should be able to manage . I went out of the station and there , to my delight , it stood ; by good luck I had come by a train which it always met . There were two other passengers in it already , but of course there was plenty of room for me and my bag and my parcel , so I settled myself in a corner , not sorry to see that my companions were perfect strangers to me . It was now about seven in the evening , the sky was fast darkening . Off we jogged , going at a pretty good pace at first , but soon falling back to a very slow one as the road began to mount . I fancy I dozed a little , for the next thing I remember was the stopping of the omnibus at the little roadside inn , which was the end of its journey . I got out and paid my fare , and then set off on what was really the worst part of the whole , for I was now very tired and my luggage , small as it was , seemed to weigh like lead .