five in the
morning
A gale was not merely brewing . It was coming on to blow . Because , in a basket of fruit , stated to have been sent by the young ladies of Miss Foote 's Seminary , Daughtry had read a note artfully concealed in the heart of an apple , telling him on the forthcoming Friday night to keep a light burning in his window . Daughtry received a visitor at five in the morning . It was Charles Stough Greenleaf , the Ancient Mariner himself . Having wallowed for two hours through the deep sand of the eucalyptus forest , he fell exhausted against the penthouse door . When Daughtry opened it , the ancient one blew in upon him along with a gusty wet splatter of the freshening gale .