midday on Wednesday
If he had been turned out into a wilderness in a thunder-storm it would have been a relief after what he had suffered in the bedroom of the inn . What was the fair woman with the knife ? The creature of a dream , or that other creature from the unknown world called among men by the name of ghost ? He could make nothing of the mystery -- had made nothing of it , even when it was midday on Wednesday , and when he stood , at last , after many times missing his road , once more on the doorstep of home . His mother came out eagerly to receive him . His face told her in a moment that something was wrong . `` I 've lost the place ; but that 's my luck .